ocean-veins

Take a picture with your words
these mounting tides, these shining barnacles, this ancient pool
this stone and salt and wind
& all the all the all the light.

Tumbling waves, rocky coast
stains of piss and alcohol
memorize these patterns, son. Memorize, memorize.

The labyrinth of stones on this sacred ledge
new & sweet languages ringing in my ears
and that bass rebound!

On rock altars, & you can hear
the snare drum of surf, echoing, erupting
reaching such great heights--rebound off the rock, time and erosion, repeat.

Oh child, feel how the air is thicker now
how it thickens all around you.

And there are places, oh there are places,
where everything is on a different scale, a different dimension, even
And I'm telling you, the largeness of it all is dizzying

Growing up in that island town, did you heard the foghorns?