blue seas

where isn't there sand?
which crevice
of your body,
which ear,
which cuff or sleeve,
sock or
shoe is not
stuck with white
brown specks of infinitely
small
stones of
sand or salt.
you have become one
with the ocean.
your legs
and body
still move to the rhythm
of the sea,
you are growing fins and gills
with which to navigate
beyond
the cascade of waves.
even at night
the tide moves you.
the moon
holding you hostage
inside a watery dream.