Ocean

The waves, a gentle silence
drifting into sleep

the indigo, what does he know?
of the secrets of the sea?

The horizon of the icy sky
a murky shore
won't tell

the blessed ocean, living man
is smoothened by the swell

and from the sand I birth his child
praise the land ahead

but while sunken under, floating
faster, I watch- breath held-
from his bed