Does it make you sad to see the close
of the family romance,
to know the house is grounded in the flow
and left to chance
by currents you never had control of?
Well, I could say
I'm sorry till the last of all our days.
My flesh is feeling clay
eroded by more tides than I can blame
or bring myself to name.
Sea Salt: Poems of a Decade, 2004-2014
Red Hen Press
Copyright © 2014 by David Mason
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission