After the Storm - Rabbit Rabbit

This is all that’s left of my boat, she said.

This is all that’s left.

A tea cup I found, the shell that held us close for a while.

This is all that’s left of my boat, she said.

This is all that’s left.

A coterie of kestrels stand on the prow and the keel,

no longer whole.

The sea, the sea has taken me away from my love.

The sea, the sea is sifting the facts from the dreams,

the life from the calcium, salt from the sweetness of you.

This is all that’s left of my life, she said.

This is all that’s left.

In the scattered grave of the shipyard,

a tea cup was the calling card.

This is all that’s left of my life.

Rolled out and tumbled

until I am sand and your little hands

build up a castle, a moat for a tiny blue boat.

The sea, the sea will take you away to your love.

The sea, the sea will carry you on the facts and the dreams,

the life and the calcium, salt and the sweetness of loss.