The memories of the ocean
mercy of the sea
sung between two straits to
the cities on the coast
and we can rest well with
the frequent swells and
the fishing boats heavy in the Sound
we are oceans now
we serve in the Blessed Trust of the Rushing Seas
tumbling back to us,
the better angels
what a relief:
now we can hang our feet with
the killer whales, the carrion, the Sound
we are oceans now
The memories of the ocean
mercy of the sea
buried beneath our ribs in our heavy breaths
we are oceans now, make a Sound.