SEA

Light of the moon, I cast my line
from a boat on the sea. Clouds moved in
like a shroud, and upon me came a spiral wind,
and waves broke over bow.  Capsized.

Choking waves invaded me,
while riptides pulled me underneath
where fish may have consumed
at their desire.

No longer queen with hook and sinker
feared I a great white frenzy feed.
White-tip face and dagger teeth, evil
monsters stalked.

Serrated edges I did not see as the moon
became your face.  Never a gull sang
that night, but thoughts of your voice,
a conch shell trumpet calling.

Lighthouse you are to me, a spark that lights
my soul in the darkest hours of the night.
Forward I pushed through the sea
of dread, choking adversity.

Oh pelican had pity and carried
me by pouch to sunrise and the shore.
Or did I swim the deep black sea
alone with thoughts of you?

I love you more
than death loves me.

        By Pamela Hill


Photo by Joey Jefferson