Voice of the Sea

Sometimes the sea murmurs

whispering secrets

that defy understanding—

Sometimes the sea roars

seemingly determined

to crash through indifference—

Sometimes the sea sings

lullabies love songs operas

holding us sweetly enthralled—

Sometimes the sea sighs

sending out supplications

and waves of sorrow—

The sea knows who it is.

mother father sister brother

source of life and sweet abundance—

Do we know who we are

timid bystanders

bearing silent witness—

To oceans choked with plastic

fouled with waste

slicked with oil spills?

If not me, If not you,

if not all of us

rising up like a great tsunami

to protest and protect,

then who—who will be

the voice of the dying sea?

Endangered Species