Chelsea

by Laurie Patton

Come up from the sea

and sing to me

of wave and foam

 

Come and take my hand

veined, workworn

telling beads

of lifelong dreams

unfulfilled

 

Chelsea comes down

from the city

smooths the quilt

upon my bed

uncomprehending

 

Come up from the sea

and sing to me

of wind and spray

 

For Chelsea tells me

only that the sea

is soundless now

upon the shore

unmourned.