by Christina Lilian Turczyn
If you want to know if there is love after war,
ask the sea. The sea has no grammar.
The sea is breath.
does not judge.
Cast a stone beneath its surface.
Think of water as your lover.
You will need to dive into that starless quiet
far beneath waves and their skin
where birth and death embrace.
What is right or wrong?
Ask the sea.
Ask dark, silent rivers of sky.
Look for the difference between shards
and green glass,
survival and living.
–first published by Art Times, 2017