The waves crash and roll

And toil

Under the high noon sun

At 3 PM they grow larger


They are small enough right now

To perhaps seal a cut

Deep enough that it penetrates the third layer

Saltwater in my veins

Saltwater in my arteries


But, at 5 PM

They can rush right up

Right up into my heart

To swirl around my chambers


In the chambers

The walls were cracking

The ceiling peeling

The floor covered in grime

The sea rushed in

With it’s healing brine

And took away that poison

That’s been aching inside of me

For far too long


Right now, at 5 AM

The waves be but little splashes

Left over from a night of crashes

But, at 7 PM

They heal my heart.