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
Written on 2026-04-13 at 16:29
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