7 years old

Face pressed against the glass

What would you say?

If you had the words

If anyone would listen?

Instead, into the bottle,

Where your message is sealed.

Silenced by a wild tide

On an angry ocean.


Then imagine this;

What would it take?


And a mysterious current

on a gentle tide.

And there, cast upon the shore

Glinting with fractured light

Your bottle

Your message



Now, with trembling hands

Peel your face from the glass.

Open yourself

And feel the salty tears of the ocean

Washing away.

Unfold the tired edges

Of the blank paper

that was never there.


Run your fingers over the smooth contours

And hold the bottle-

Safe- like a new born child.

Feel the words on your lips.

Hear yourself.