Sea Winds

My heart was a flower
of foam;
one petal of snow,
another of salt;
the sea wind took it
and put it
into a rough hand

hardened by the sea.
So fine a lace
on a rough hand.
How to drop anchor?
A gust of wind
picked it up again;
carried it tumbling
through immensity.
It’s still drifting.
It tangles in the chains
that strike the flanks
of ships...oh!