My oceans mark time

Like gulls hear language.

Let’s part the boats from ports

Loosen boards from bindings

Lean and sway, trough and crest

Sweep as our oscillating bodies

Swim perpendicular to current, painting

Sine waves in sea as a

Turquoise cloud precipice

Sets up tomorrow’s climb.

Irradiating restless light

Irrigating lost thought trenches and

Icy reflecting oyster teeth.

Iridescent lightning stencils palm trees

Island escapes then falling back

Fading day draws scarabs from fronds

Fire spews sun spurs, sand melts to glass

Freed star sparks absorbed in inky night

Floor sand and sanspurs cool sun down

Frothy salt and seaweed floating to us.