The language of the sea

Written by: peter Onyancha

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)