Gentle stones wash up on the beach
Smooth pucks
Jagged spades of sediment
Worn by the churning brine
Pale birds plane the surface
Of a wrinkled sky
A deep body with teeming neutrality
The sun oozes its warm syrup
Into a littoral haven
Beyond that I delve
Slipping from daylight's reaching fingers
Long have I eluded
The acute quills
Of Poseiden's colossal fork
Now I dodge the whining
Frequencies of dolphins
And
Ride the edges of a nautilus shell
To aphotic pockets
Let the deepest waters take their toll
And perform cryotherapy on my soul