I Sing the Sea

I sing the sea

The full throated cry of gulls

Thrums within 

With abandon 

I whirl the dance of wave and foam

I sing the sea

The grit of sand

A meal between teeth

The naked form

Cast as silhouette

Atop a cliff

Howl, good heart, howl

Just as the wind beats against the rock

Let your voice crash upon distant hearts 

And echo through the dull cadence of time

And when it is written

As a whisper upon the sand

Your eyes will not forget 

You will not forget

Even as the waters become serene

You will not forget

Tishna Mohiuddin is an occasional contributor to the Star Literature and Review pages.