New Waves

I’ve been dreaming of the sea, and new waves of abandon. I’m in the house with no floors, splashing afloat. I’m in the rowboat, free from horizons. The death of the whale was surface disbelief. The death of the whale, the sea delivered me. Then came the shark, in sparkling rowed teeth. Then came the shark, and the boat was grief. I’ve been dreaming of the sea, and new waves of abandon.