Sea-Green Child

A wasting wind
encircles tides of blue.
The sea -
a river running wide and wild,
Outreaching sandy shores
of fine, fine glass.
And there I stand.

I am a sea-green child,

A breaching in my breast
is calling me to rest.

But never rest
Upon their chest
Breast to breast
Heart to heart
For even as I stay
Face to face
or seated in my lover's eye
I am away
on distant shores
in far away lands
and far away sands.

I am a sea-green child,

My skin -
the sand
basking in the sun.
My eyes -
the coral
ever reaching, ever seeking
My breath -
a zephyr
carrying sins and medicines away
My moods -
 the weather
sometimes happy, sometimes halcyon
My fever -
the clouds,
covering my mirth, covering my birthright
my wrath -
the storm,
wracking ships and sacking hips

I am a sea-green child,

a child
A child of the air and foam and light
A child of the dark and deep and wet
Hot as July, cold as December
Running wild from spray to ember
Boiling away, churning away pretenders
Even as the offenders surrender their splendors
What is given is what is taken
No more
No less
What you give I receive with thanks,
But, never seen again is not uncaring
If you look
Beneath the surface
In the dark
There
There are your gifts
The ships,
The princes,
The gold,
The jewels,
The love letters,
The bottles,
The cutlery,
The finery,
The bones,
The brushes,
The glasses,
The memories,
The stories,
Lying on the ocean floor,
Preserved,
Cared for,
Loved.
You do not love the sea
Because you do not understand her.
But, I am a sea-green child.

I am a sea-green child
awaiting a Moses.