Yellow sky
over endless horizon
Monochrome backdrop for silver
tongues of ocean, dancing wild and alive.
With no land to surge into,
the waves are rippling
flat plains.
No seabirds fly here
Gulls do not cry overhead
No sounds at all, in the frozen silence
Look up—there are no shadows
of wings. The waves
swallow
all.
Wake up
in plastic houses
perched on shimmering cliffs
These are not rocks beneath our feet
These are not fish in our nets
That in the distance—
not land. These are
bones.