Tell Me

Tell me who you are,

and what brings you here.

What story breaks with the waves

against your shore?

What storm deposits shells and stones

and jelly-fish

on the soft sand of your being?

In the dark night of your soul,

What whispers to you on the tide?

When the gulls cry to you at daybreak,

what does your heart answer?

What piece of driftwood do you cling to,

bobbing on the swells, and 

How do you imagine the raft or boat

you hope will rescue you,

someday?

I wonder,

will you listen

when I invite you,

gently;

Dive in, and sink.

You will not drown

You were born

swimming.

Sandra Belfiore