for patte: the sea

the sea has your eyes
rich blue metallic wetness
shining in the day's exuberance
or drinking the dark gray of a storm

at her edge hear whispers
of rhythmic promises:

i may rise
i may fall
i am here
always here

late each day shadows stand their ground
pressing the light to dissipate
it is quiet and dark now
quiet enough to hear her again:

i may rise
i may fall
i am here
always here

mckavanaugh