An inhalation consumes the wet weight of fog,
anxiety bathes in its dampness, dissolving, destitute,
inhaling the salt of rampant sea as it roars, angrily
consuming the more human pace of breath to disgorge
the wetness of heartbreak upon the cheek of maiden lost.
Weight the plight of deed most foully done to sea
of fog, a gift of blurring bloodied memories, oh open
an edge of froth, of film, of see, step in the lea, fall down,
inhale the ocean’s deep, caress the life bay found,
consume and be consumed, die and be reborn, again
the wet weight of the womb composed of fog.