The ocean is always free
No moon encumbrance
Few grunions running ashore
Her dark sulky bottom rises.
Take a cold breath
Spray of salt.
Is it the edge or beginning
Home or abyss?
Black waters ferry the loveless
To the other side
And back
They can’t decide.
Harbor town waters wash up
Decades into my sleep
Fearless dreaming or fog
That wilts the soul.
The desert is civil
Sand is merely hot
Do animals pray
Before they eat you?