Carry Me

She wrote a name on the corner of a Page. A little crooked heart, a promise and a Page. Words thin as breath, folded like a plea. To the first passerby, and then she set it Free. Salt on her fingers, moon in her hair. She leaned to the tide and put her hope Out there. She watched it wobble in the lazy light. A lonely little lantern the swell of night. To the first passerby, If you find this drifting by. Take my small confession, Let it settle in your hands. To the first passerby, under a Patient sky. Keep my name like a secret, Or send me back a strand. Carry me, Carry me Farther than I can. Farther than I can. The bottle ribboned through the blue and glass. Past sleeping buoys and a distant oil rig pass. A gull made a circle, the moon kept its Slow turn. She imagined a map of lives it Might unturn. Maybe a fisherman with weathered hands. Maybe a child who laughs and doesn’t understand. Currents spelled riddles in a hush of foam. The ocean read the letter and decided where to Roam. To the first passerby, If you find this drifting by. Take my small confession, Let it settle in your hands. To the first passerby, Under a patient sky. Keep my name like a secret, Or send me back a strand. Carry me, Carry me Farther than I can.