Michael Mark – Water and Boy
—————–Now I know,
the ocean folding over her wildly, her strokes feeding each
wave, this is what it is to belong and I don’t know how to swim.
But I will not tell my father, who of all things was most proud as
he pulled me with his voice and when I was on my toes too close
to drowning to do anything but breathe he held me under
lying down at dark,
my waking fits your sleep.
night with sea breezes.