the sea

the sea is incoherent,
a different
language

in my ears. I want more.
I want clarity.

but it gives me none of that.
the salt
of air,
the brine,

the dredge of green
that comes and comes
and

goes.

the thunder
of it.

I want a voice. I want to hold
a white shell
to my
ear and know

all what I need to know.

not just about you, about
tomorrows
too.

I want to know what lies
below.
what the dead
have to offer

for us still sailing
adrift

wondering which way to go.