by Jess Levens
All bones and brains in battered boxes—
my father's ashes lost at sea.
Starless, we search and rudderless, ride;
bobbing along indifferent tides.
Then collide, we curl on jagged shores.
The crashing plows my dust with yours.
Now jellied mud, merged, the tides retake.
All bones and brains left in our wake.
About the Author
Jess Levens is a poet and photographer who lives with his wife, sons and dogs in New England, where he draws inspiration from the region's landscapes and history. His poetry has been published in The Dillydoun Review and Prometheus Dreaming. Jess is a Marine Corps veteran and Northeastern University alum. Follow Jess on Twitter @levensworks.