Mother Ocean

 

I visit Mother Ocean,

one of her children,

created from her salty water.

Leave windows open at night

to hear her whispers.

Whoosh…Whoosh…

Wish you understood…We are the same.

Admire her glistening smile

as she playfully laps at us,

lying like sea lions

basking on rocks she ground

with her fearsome churning.

We expect her gifts,

disrespect her parenting,

abuse her riches.

Perhaps she gleams,

knowing she will soon

reclaim the coast, the cities,

for others capable of more respect.