Motionless beached waves,
frothing upon the shore,
carry Middle Passage echoes
of journeying odysseys.
The setting sun sinking at the horizon
reflect the severed umbilical link—
Motherland and her scattered children.
Wet grains of sand catch crystalizing tears;
tears shed with memories of faded shores.
The bleeding breeze blows sea seasoned whispers;
Sea seasoned whispers of drifting echoes.
Out at sea, wrinkling waves waver:
floating memories fade away.