.                                                                  In your oceans
As if I were an angel in heaven,
Not to learn, in solemn contemplation

I learn water isn’t always soothing;
the salt that burns the wounds on my skin
and blows into my eyes

Returning across liquid tundra, cursed by the sun
for it’s brightness, at night for its glare

In that darkness that dwells deep here
as I move below the surface and the world
becomes force on fragile bones.

You swirl eddies to curl and crash
onto the rocks, you call the sand to dance
beneath the quiet antique pounding.

Only when left to dry in dust
Whose waves are as mammoth
rolling across the plains, in a stranger sun

that drops as low beneath morning
do I find food or deeper shelter.

There are days I can sleep in your oceans
as if I were the sea weed that hides you
when other shadows are lurking.

As if you were the siren I caught
outside my gaze one morning.