Poem: Sea Spume

When I see something that claws beautifully 

At me but I understand it so minisculely 

At those surface depths I know others 

Closer to the dimming density 

Might snap a pincer to make remain

I'm a stranger to love this and speak. 

This booked out guest-hospitality 

Makes me feel naked in daylight. 

The feeling brings ghosts.

They scowl, identify my feet as only

skimmed the set of lapping waters 

where I haven't green cold dived.

They interrupt my naive ingesting

of sun in seawater. I would be sea snake

in known waters with skin.

(I dive then originally I dive)