for the Newtown children and their staff
Because love is stronger than death
I light this candle for you.
Because stars do not know fear
cast yours away as you sail,
moonbeams, swift in the heavens.
Because this season you
too have been uprooted,
I trim this tree for you:
pink, blue, red, yellow, green –
crayon box colors.
Because tears are salt
and blood is brine, the sea
shouts dark upon dark; the sky
blooms a silent, inky wound.
Armies of silver needles
drop, soundless, to the ocean floor.
Because these bones ache for you
and your pretty gifts that will not be opened
I open this place in my heart
where the briny tide ebbs and flows
and little star fish call your names.
(copyright cathy larson sky 2012)