Lucy Alexander # 38 The Boy the Sea

The sky’s serrated fine

lined anchor hold

above his head

he leans and

into the wind his life

for a moment hooked on

something concentrated there

what is it? The water eats

the shadow it casts

all the commotion of sea

and black wavelets are swifter

than this small surfacing thing

what is it? Will it come ashore?

Will it eat up dreams

and tilt there enticing his

thoughts black in the water

like a slick fur swimming

thicker than a fish

too languid for log.

It rolls in the water

and reminds him

he will have this place

forever in his bloodstream.