There’s an alchemy
between what you relieve
and the unknown that receives.
Seek to see (sea) what would symbolize,
pools from wet feet
mythologize the deep
with careless streams seeking re-entry.
the Moks were still as sentries (centuries)
sphinx-like and stark against the sky,
protecting what they would harbor,
all the dark secrets
weaved into a carpet of moon
the light that levitates
imbues the surface with significance.
through drunken illumination,
reveals its spirit through creation.
Patient waves of inhalation
break eternity against rock walls
the watchful pause (paws)
Let it slip to the coral bottom
like loose fitting rings,
the fleeting moments
sucked into a shadow,
released through blow hole mist.
Recover a Grecian urn
of all that is often missed
in the passage of time.
construct this edifice to the sea,
while currents in a turbulent boil
sweep all that storms relieve
into the alchemy of the deep.