Narrow Straits

Calcium coats my heart,
the vessels, fragile,
narrow straits
through which ships
carrying vital nutrients,
oxygen,
must navigate
to reach the ports
and deliver their goods.

The toll, a small white pill,
then canals move to open,
allow passage
to where the world ends,
keeps the oceans pink
instead of blue,
the mind kept clear.

Still, the inevitable awaits.
One day a strait will close -
it only takes one -
the ships will not set sail,
the goods undelivered,
the oceans turn blue,
the fog overtake.

The harbor will empty.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-13 at 16:29

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
The personal becomes the political and vice versa. True poetry this.
2026-05-04


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Although the contents sound dire,
A nicely expressed metaphor.
Even though you may believe there's
Choppy waters ahead, along the way,
May you sail your seas to a calmer life.
2026-04-14


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
May your canals flow freely, devoid of icebergs, for at least another fifty years, Melinda. Your harbor will never be empty. Blessings, Allen
2026-04-13