the depths of her surfacing emotions are oceanic — her current joys tide
in and out
as she gasps for air —
she seeks the sea for a sign of sympathy,
but its life boat is lofty likewise.
your faulty savior is no match to the Sailor,
but ought not you give grace in divine reflection?
who can compare
midst this thin air —
dense error —
billowing a wave to the willow
break through her darkness;
reel her to safety,
to security, to home,