Listless Heart

She steps out from reaching streams
                       of dust and dark,
Fingernails caked with mud
                   and sea water, curled
Around the soaked, algae lined
      rope of a raft.

Endless miles...
                        alone
        among the heaps of bodies
             breathing
             Mediterranean waves.

Am I nothing more than a
      blanket of selves,
Gripping tight 'round
                 something
So destined to
      slip away?

And there's no smile from her,
                             forced.
No light beneath
      this fathomless blue.
No mother
    on that shore...