We howl and sing to shape our world
like ocean creatures navigating blind
the miles, the endless miles of sea.
Somewhere between sunblind
surface and a muddy benthic sadness
the eerie bioluminescence
of our unreasonable dreams
spins like a silent Catherine Wheel
at a Mexican carnival of drowned
conquistadors and shadowy pearl divers.
While far below our hearts lay half-buried
in the muck, barely breathing
through clam-lip siphons.
We make ungainly leviathan turns
hurl waves of hurt and sadness,
fear and jubilation at each other,
listen for what bounces back to gauge
each other’s form, to define ourselves.