Grief is like the ocean waves
Descending with the tide
Sinking away
Washing the pain
Then building again
In a fatal storm
Splashes and dives
Thrashes like knives
Til moments of calm
Slap the shore
Licking buried feet
Crashing once more
Cold and wet
Baptising the soul
At times cleansing
The wound with salt
With the echo of seagulls…
Crying in the wind