No Hands

Look at the ocean, how
it has no hands, its body
filled with sand and bones.

In two worlds, one dead,
another living, like
an old mother, she raises
and buries her children.

How does she hold them?

By the strength of her arms.


Crafty Green Poet said...

no one, not even the ocean, has such small hands..... (with apologies to e e cummings)

beautiful poem as ever...

Rachel Phillips said...

thank you for your supportive comments. I'm not sure E.E. Cummings would forgive you though! LOL.