Salt
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)
