I am terrified of ships,
arrogant as they
and pitch barbs at waves.
I know what it is to leak,
for the rain to flood my sneakers.
I know how it feels when the sea runs out
of my eyes,
and the horrid salt leaves me thirsty for days.
Water plays the sheep gently in summer storms.
I too have been a lover strolling down streets wet
with leaked cloud
and felt almost thrilled.
But then I slept.
and the water rose higher and higher,
crested over me and I drowned.
Now I watch the ports carefully,
listen to ships boast and jeer.
The water whispers its dark plans.