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…