I could paint these things
though color escapes me
storms prevail, black water
it's a flood I fear
I hold the levee back
clench my heart and all the rest
I think in tremors and waves
then settle and wait for night
dream of ships breaking fog
deep humming of horns, shrill of seabirds
wake me on the shore from sleeping
from waiting for someday
there's a bell that never chimes
only this moment that pulls
brings me ever closer in.