by Sean Mabry

The Ocean Teaches

One day the ocean will not hold back.
She will rise up with one special wave,
more precise than any hand or tentacle,
and she will pluck me away.
She will show me why fathers
were not the first teachers;
mothers were.

They would grab their young,
love them, thrash them, nurse them, pound them,
with more holy force and fury
than that which pushes mountains,
and always to teach.
To make them strong and gentle and kind.
The ocean will do this to me,
reminding all of Earth
of Mother’s Law.

Raw, new,
I will drift back up the shore
A living pearl, a messenger, carrying
full in my arms what the first
boy brought: sweetness.

– – – – –

Sean Mabry writes literary fiction, fantasy, science fiction, horror, essays, and poetry. His work has been published in Into the Teeth of the Wind, Spectrum, Chantwood Magazine, and The Catalyst. He holds a bachelor’s degree in literature from the University of California, Santa Barbara, and is a board member of Coffee House Writers Group, a nonprofit based in southern California that helps writers at all levels find community and hone their craft. You can find more of his work at www.seanmabry.com.

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