Beneath Your Waves

It was my summer at sea,
the sun hiding under my blanket.
You were seven miles deep,
beneath me,
and now all I can taste
are salted meats.

Sometimes at sunrise I sleep
till you peer through me hard,
starboard side.
But I am cold,
and vibrating.

I feel like a boy against his
Father’s empty horizon -
two shades of blue, one line,
and no one dancing.

At night the crowd mingles,
their feet are flashlights against
the dark deep of all they fear,

like children, we are not safe anymore.