I Sea I Sea
I don’t need a gruff, a beard, to point the way.
I sea! I sea!
The silken waves lapping over me,
my memory
of what lies in the deep, in the dark ebb
and flow. I sigh, I glow!
O Captain, I’d lean in.
O parrot, on the thick-skinned.
I sea! I sea!
The moon dives in the water.
The sun cannot
lighten up the oil spill,
the spell of the salt-hallucinogen.
Do the waves themselves swim,
alive, ready to capture
me, in the throes
of an arch-frenemy?
The cool sparkle, the invitation -
I sea…I sea!
Pull me under…
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