Mamas Discourse About the Sea

O children how beautiful the sea with its white foam clouds, its turquoise blooms, its kiddish push’n pull, its whirlpool, its briny drink… salt like liquor — be careful of where the sun beats you red. …the brothel of the sea don’t look for its meaning …just mind me - stay away from sirens and ethereal rocks. O children take your pails build your fairy castles, fill your moats, until it gets dark…when crabs cut loose from the sand and gigantic jaws comb the surf. take your boats in hand, wear your orange vest in daylight, where the blue kicks your boat playfully, and like a friend, the waves shake the hands of your oars. be wary of shadows prevailing upon the tendril waves, creeping, daring to persuade you out …just a little further…turns you about - stows away the bread and buttery sun. Sleep soundly in your cave, under your sea-scented quilt. remember mama always told you …don’t turn your back on the deep. 3/4/2022