They exiled me to sea and an island sunk in salt.
I can remember the breakers
The first time, coming in
Coming in and coming in and coming in
I can remember the shriek, the roar, the slow contradictory rock of the ship
Against that rabid white
The first time I saw them from the sea
The last time I'd ever see that view, a bird's eye on the horizon
the second from the island
that barren shard of cliff and stone
from where I stood in the dripping foam, screaming into the walls of bleached Poseidon.
There was no third because the second never ended
Always the breakers
Always the salt
Always the sea and the island and the yawning black of the ocean's maw
no matter where you stood
Even in my sleep the waves rose and broke and dashed themselves in masochistic fits upon the rocks
Until the roar of the sea, the rush of my blood, the beat of my heart
Numbed and bled and became indistinguishable
And I fathomed forever in its slow, rhythmic pulse.