Bail

Cold visions of turquoise 
blinded by sight
stunned by the fall
of the moment 

undulation
under
over
her 


Cycle the waves 
and the tides 
and the times

This cycle is endless
Breathless

The cycle is breathless
Relentless 

This cycle is eternally
lack
of permanence 
of stability 
of eternity 


Yet
The view from the beach 
the sea feels calm 
sounds calm 
smells calm

This rhythmic swell cycle
lulls babies to sleep

While
Churning her under 
the sea presses deep
upside down slam the seafloor

Shoving her head
with both His hands
deep into its shame

Stinging her nose 
with sharp sands of time
burned into each pulse

These slices of seconds 
still choke like a lifetime

saltwater 
silent 
suffocation



In the underworld water
where no one will see

where everyone lives
inches beyond an un-breathing struggle

where happy families put on the sunscreen
where teenage girls splash for the camera
where Uncle John throws the football

where everyone lives
within arm’s distance of saving a soul

where everyone breathes
fingertips touching, the air is withheld

where everyone drowns 
merrily
merrily
gently




Does this wave decide
When she will float still

Or did she decide
go deep, too long, too tired, too much


Can my swim stroke endure this ride

Or must I wait on His fickle tide
To release my mornings 
my musings 
my wanderings
To release me from His hand, His side

It has only been ten seconds

But I know how this goes