The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #2 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I traverse the sea
And its torrential enmity.
The jagged, baleful corals
In need of daylight
Squirm endlessly
Like ivies and chains
As the school of fish,
The cerulean tranquility
And the supple waters
Bend to the direction of the currents.

This marginal expanse
The trenches sink in jeopardy
As the heavens wager the tapestries
That singe in the meddlesome constraint
Of time: A fractured adversary,
A resilient pilferer, a vagabond that strays
Too long that you cannot send it
To slumber.
The marred waves have no claim
Over the pains that this seafarer holds
Behind the horizon, juxtaposed to the shores
As the nameless rocks and the
Ageless shorelines are flabbergasted
As I station my boat: a desolate vessel
By the sea.

I come home to a shack just
Within the proximity of the sea’s
Arms and bosom
And when I send my sleep
To the caprice of somnolence,
I can hear the trees rustle,
The moon whir, and the sea
Narrate the imminent disunion
Of the sea’s heart
And mine.