The Sea, The Sea

There are mysteries in the seas

      In the depth and weight of

      All that cold saline running 

Into and through the flashing splash-point

      You dive for

But landlocked in your little town 

      The New England sun beating down

Liquid-bright on the hapless beauty

Of your English garden

Landlocked in your house 

      Where you drift from room to room 

      Locked in the land of your skin

Where the salty red pillar of you

      Asks “wherefore all the salt

Why all the waves, wounds making wakes

      Cresting in your chest

Like a mouth

With a secret

And why, oh, why

      Does it want more 

      Than life itself 

Swimming free

      On a broken sea”