Nocturne


Whale song becomes sea song
in the same way our bodies
become ashes,
in the same way I search for you
in the distant night— 
hollow cries spreading,
grasping both everything
and nothing.





Puijiit


The sea will grow tired
of your dreams.
She will refuse
to be a metaphor,
spit back your poetry
and say,
“Walk on me— 
I am hungry for something real.”

And just when you are about to give in
to her voracious eternity,
you will see them in the distance— 

puijiit, 
a blessing
breaking water.