The sea bows in prayer to the sun,
then shrinks back into the temple
I drink in the solitude of the sea,
its dark wine filling me with the ecstasy
But the sea is restless with nightmares.
It fears it will awaken a desert:
the corpse of an ocean
bled dry by the sun.
Tomorrow I will have nightmares
that I am drowning
inside the sun.
I dissolve into haloes,
I awaken, and hear god’s voice
trapped inside a stone,
from its center of silence.
And I cry,
weeping tears of an ocean
Alison Ross, Atlanta, USA