Salt + Poetry: We Buried

I had plans, and quarantine changed them. I had ideas, and inspiration, and now I’m standing on a very different path.

But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been making, and writing.

I’d love to share a poem with you, entitled We Buried. It was written upon visiting the beach in the strangest of times: quarantine, lockdowns, social distancing, and a strange/wonderful/toxic algae bloom.

We Buried

We buried our hands into seaweed today

Clenched fists into sand

Felt the decaying corpses of so many

Microscopic bodies slip between our fingers

Smelled the algae and brine

And carried sea wind back home in our hair

We plunged our feet into the shallows today

And ached because the sea could not hold us

We inhaled red waves

Took in everything we could bear

Hearts burrowing into liquid sand

Like sea worms

Waiting for the next flow tide