Lost

In searching the ocean for lost loved ones, there is a strange fortitude that holds us up, keeps us going even as knees buckle at the thought of what we might find. I originally wrote this poem during the search for survivors of the Leviathan II, but  it has been running through my head in the last few days.

At the time of the Leviathan there was a full moon. This time, there has been a perfect sickle moon sinking into the horizon at day’s end as if to remind us, over and over, that beginnings and endings are natural, even when the agony of loss seems to contradict that.

Lost

4 Comments for “Lost”

Madeleine Theriault

says:

Today we celebrate joy. It is Father’s Day. We as a family are celebrating this day for the first time with our son since he moved to Tofino and this is good. In our annual trek here from the east coast we have come to know many of the community and feel a wonderful connection with them. Our hearts go out to the grieving families. I cannot wrap my mind around losing a child of mine let alone losing two. All I can do is send you love and prayers. My heart cries with you. Please know that in spirit and love you are not alone.

says:

This is so beautiful, Joanna, and captures the heaviness of a village holding its breath, waiting for word, for the return of the missing. Our hearts are with the families through these hard days. Thank you to the community who has come together so beautifully to support them. Klecko, klecko.

says:

Yes. Much depth of feeling in our communities. And in times of despair, the collective community becomes a strong and tangible entity, hands held outwards, a privilege to experience.