Breakers🌊

No siren I, nor maid of Mer
no dolphin child of passing mind,
not even that of woman kind

no raising plaques with dated years
for time and I are ageless here
without an image as I am

whereof this body I bequeath
of scalloped shell and coral reef

from niche and shadow of my self
that gives you pause beyond the pale
forgetting that you should inhale

a shrine of breakers you exalt
that washes all things out of reach
to hold the moment on your breath

though you'll remember nothing more
when I return into the sea

and from a conch found on the shore
a seahorse laugh comes from its throat
while listing clouds pass over thee.