Sea Salt

I am the salt of the dearth

tease your taste buds and

drape sweat for discomfort


You need not know how

I came to be in the ocean

not have to walk on water

but why wait for the Ark

instead start walking today

be a mariner in the desert

zest and spice lie in the path


Shed one more weeping tear

express anger fear and thirst

inhale perspire gather yourself

lick your wounds and salve them

for Aloe grows well in the desert


The passage of time and effort

corrects soil and bears flowers

once you accept dehydration

shape exhaustion into crystals

build memories and momentum

reach the source of your spring

float when rock bottom ceases


The river bed expects no less

than your impermanent stride

the shore line patiently points

to an anchor life buoy and chart

scratched into your inner compass


If life gives you plentiful salt

do not sugar coat your palate

savour the tasty flavour instead

take what is on offer just now

and fend off the gloomy despair


22nd February
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Sheehan Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 4:10 PM
Brilliant piece. It has an element of the surreal. Well written.
Andresen Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 5:00 AM
- Most of us are waiting for the Ark ... and I prefer sugar and little salt ... a deep poem, Kai ... great poetically written :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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