You were wailing on the ocean floor
beneath rays and teeth of discovery
somehow you constructed air,
moving in vigorous deficiency.
I found you, a weak newborn pulse,
thawing the bitterness I had come to accept.
I hoisted you upon the dock,
impregnable among the surging sails,
while implicit waves wrestled incautiously
as we were tossed over in one swell,
like surviving coins losing their luster
and weaving their final studied sigh.
