Waters
I stood—staring, sinking—barefoot in the driveway gravel
All alone on this edge of forever and thinking of
The sea—surging, swallowing—the distance between me and it.
The foghorns blasting out from everywhere
And clashing with a ghostly chorus,
The salty waves will claim the weak!
I can see seven suns of lost reason—running, razing—
Until I'm perched on privileged ground, but even there it'll find
Me—marooned, mourning—the last of a green world
The shores might then swell and gorge themselves
On the scraps of my withered human days—drenched and dimmed—
Sunken under the sea-drowned sun,
But for now, my bare feet fight the gravity of it all.
And I'm staring like a paranoid mother who hasn't felt the kick
Of her child's foot against the walls of her unforgiving womb.