I have ingested the ocean.
My strandline roam
In stormy yearn:
The froth and foam,
The salt-licked churn,
Into the deep, I dip and sink
Chopping indestructible waves
Crash and crest I drink
Until the unfurling hand saves
Rolling me to sand-
Jagged grains of glass.
I have ingested the ocean.
Breathing in the brackish mist
Spittle from her banshee wails
Ebbless fervor, fury-kissed
She shreds the thin, assumptive sails
Of poor sailors trapped in windpressed wake.
Into this, her heart, I scream.
I release the tempest I cannot slake.
She swallows sound- folding my laments in silent seams.
Quiet my voice within her rage!
Stifled in the wild sea-
I have ingested the ocean;
She has ingested me.