|The South Atlantic, Uruguay. Photo by Catherine Chandler, January 2013|
To a Minor Goddess
Wave on wave all heaving and arch and spillage;
blue and green and grey overlaid with silver.
Christmas Day — my saviour the South Atlantic.
All my gods have failed me, yet Achelois,
you have watched me wavering in the billows;
you have heard me weeping the wail of seagulls,
and you have answered:
Do not look for eyes in the dancing diamonds;
do not long for lullabies in the breakers;
do not lend more tears to the salt of oceans’
flotsam and jetsam.
Listen for the crash. See the string of seafoam
lace that hems the sand with a hush and whisper.
Silence. Nothing. Everything. Constellations.
"To a Minor Goddess" by Catherine Chandler. First published in Angle Poetry Journal, Issue 1, 2012