Intuitively the water calls me,
from below the glowing moon’s concern
I can hear an echo of hallelujah.
Drawing me into the violent divide
of ocean’s inner secrets
I dive, I swim out to sea.
What is true
is no longer believed
because no one remembers me,
my empty home,
my featureless face,
my emptiness on display,
in a society that never saw me.
The calm that was seen in me
the calm before the storm,
the calm before I swam,
the calm before I became the sea.
Photograph By: John Mangan Photography