Find me by the sea

when the rainfall

drips from the sky and I

walk on slick rocks

out with the shy tide.

Find me by the sea

and I’ll raise my gaze

to the clouds’ grey coup,

and the long awaited, anticipated

reclamation of their birthright

as nothing’s heirs.

Find me by the sea

I stand among the rocks as planned,

fighting the ocean’s motion

so I could prove devotion.

I felt myself unworthy,

until the sea’s ancillaries

covered up the too-hot sun

and one day found their way

into my dizzy dreams.

Find me by the sea

when it has risen to my chin.

Sacrificing seemed enticing

when they came into my dreams

I heeded what they needed,

someone to call them all

to turn the landscape into mud

and facilitate the flood.

Find me under the sea,

when land is long gone.

The serene place between

the ocean floor and what’s above,

is cold, and yet it holds

me tight in its arms.

The chill, it fills my veins,

and bursts open my chest.

Finally, I can rest.

Find me in the sea and know,

the flood flowed cold

with inky blood

and yet the wet sky

blinked

with stars

in deep slumber