When I Hear the Ocean Calling

Ocean Calling
Sometimes on dark nights
When rain falls upon the roof,
I feel the ocean lap around
Foundations of the house.

The bay window opens
Onto moist cool air,
And I stand there naked,
Taste of fish with every breath.

Holding bowl of holy water,
Feel waves splashing onto skin,
Dry bones knocking on the door—
But only in the night when I’m alone.

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