I knew we were in a bad way
on that fateful day,
no one else seem to notice,
I was a guy, not a poetess,
I was not the Captain or a deck hand
I was an average guy not high in demand,
          Found myself on the high seas

'Rough day on the seas,'
I said
water up to our knees
slapping not clapping,
drowned out the vultures
and gulls overhead,
I was going to be laying
on the sea bottom for my bed.

She is a poetess the sea,
She has squeezed the last
Drop of words out of me
By drowning my sorrows
While adding water
There are no more, tomorrows.