loss this vastness

and there is a time for the wind to break the loosened pane- t.s.eliot / four quartets

in case of loss

to whom to turn to

when to return is no more

there is no return

is what loss is

what remains is

what is no more

it's ocean deep

to swim here is to drown

to drown learning to swim

don't turn away from it

let it tug at your heart

let it break you open

let it open you to

just open you to

open you to what

that what is vastness

it gives life and

receives all traces

home to everything

to sky to waves

in their stirring

loss and longing

mingle endlessly

sea's memory

a teardrop of salt

where what we lose

comes back to find us

taste of what carries us afar