
Harbor morning,
Thunderstorm skies
Stir the ocean,
Seagulls initiate
Daybreak.
The moon
Migrates from the marina
Carrying harbor hues
To galaxy strings.
A new environment
Blows forward.
Seismograph
On the Carolina dock.
Permanent markings
To thunderous vibrations
And sophisticated motions,
Soundtrack of mellow and agitation.
Lines stutter and lunge,
Soft bump like a baby’s heartbeat,
Fierce elevation
Dark like a
Midnight crater.
The wind jolts
Surprising the sea.
Raising higher into
The atmosphere,
Propelling your darkness
For stars to bathe in
And extraterrestrial life
To swim in.
Voltaic streaks
Pollute pupils
And stun the
Piranhas that
Dance beneath your
Charcoal belly.
Seismograph
On the Carolina dock.
Collecting your
Rhythms and beats
In case you never
Return.