The Language of the Sea

The Language of the Sea .......by Peter Onyancha I am left in the marriage of one Odeon poet At dawn there is light deep above the water In the knowledge I jump ship; I advent And dip my nervous finger inside To feel the wetness of the water I part my lips in awe, oar after oar I paddle until I hear no echo For the chubbiness of the waves of the sea And the sea wives, swinging their waves, hear That way I speak in a language That only I and the sea understand But I have lost my Odeon poet (This is the 6th stanza of a long poem titled: The uselessness of Poetry)