Take your troubles to the place where the sand meets the sea, and leave them at the edge -- a gift for mermaids. The smooth hissing waves take the edges away -- til they're worn. Smooth as an old whale bone or soft purple shells. Bleak gulls bear hostile witness looping wide above. A desperate presenter, desperate to be absolved from the burden -- the solemn heavy weight of sorrow. And the mermaids wait under a quiet sea with ancient patience, for a gift from an unknown traveler seeking solace from mysterious benefactors. And the mermaids accept the gift with deft hands -- burying the treasure in the darkened deepest part of the sea's desolate sands. So the fish bear cold silent witness and the shifting waters accept this -- a gift from troubled travelers to the mermaids of the sea.