How would you manufacture such a sea
Of pictured hurt
With rich doubts like deep whales
Singing confusion?

Born of storms too great,
Such pictures-- brineshrimp recollections, and
Speculative tides, tide-rips of worry ebbing
And sins flowing back.

Along the shore the iodine-weed nods
And the sands and sea collide.
To build such
Is the stuff of recalled nightmares
When morning grows too hard to deny.

San Diego
December, 2011