Back Against The Sea

Now and then the ocean is a blur in footprints so quickly nothing, spurred against that wild channeling — God, she took my memory, her baggy tides overrun, seaweed returned in the surf, serendipitous stun, How to follow you in your deep sea tomb — Sometimes I breathe in water to breathe in you, the gray ocean like a rod — my prayers stopped time, God, God — there floating within the sea fog's gloam, the buoys, and a girl's cheeks that froze.