BROKEN WAVES
Some place where waves are broken
I’m still
like a rock
at the bottom of the sea. It’s the only way you’re found:
where you’re missed
and found again. I watch from a bubble — hushed thirsty
breathless—you, becoming a newborn;
a noisy drifter.
I’m envious. But I love you best
this way. Yes—me. The sinker. The...
Tia Paul-Louis is the pen name for a fiction writer and poet from Florida. She’s the wife of a U.S. Army sergeant who also happens to be a preacher and philosopher. She’s a mother to a four-year old girl and works at an army Child Development Center. Through many battles...