ocean

i asked the ocean

why she never grows weary

of the waves

that drown

voices and people and fears

in a quick motion.

she said she does.

i asked her

of her perfect face

and what she hides beneath

her ocean bed.

she has skeletons, too -

like me

and bottles with words

and silent screams

and a whole world of glistening coral.

she says you’d never know

just by looking.

but my soul searches for her

in the diamonds that glisten

on her caps

and the foam of her mouth

when she kisses the shore,

in her volatile sweep

as she rises -

then falls.

i look for me

in her reflection

submerged in her depths.