Sea War's Widow Poem by Masiela Lusha

The sea sleeps with silent battles,
Such force met with the waiting widow.
Her smile as slow as the tides, rising.
She tunes her patience with stormy petrel songs
And here she accompanies hope,
Warm, in her blanket of dreams,
Eyeing the sea, the husband,
And its raging possibilities.

And here the sea returns her smile
Chanting her husband’s name,
His path, his death, his victories.
Rising and rolling and breaking,
Polishing his name like a spear
Straight through her hopes.
And she cries.