Seabreeze

In the stripped harbor
of a broken word,
a syllable,
the cloud opens to rain
the rain to river
and the river to the ocean.

A flickering wish
floats
on waves
drawing life from the
mourning salt,
my dancing flower.
Negotiating passage with
the storm and
the thread of water.

I recklessly look
for a seabreeze
to carry that wish,
in the closed, open
and half-open windows of
the mind.