The sea sings a hymn of time
Wave after wave follows the shore
Holds the shipwreck by the spine
Splinters every door to unwind
The most tautly strung, forlorn.
As the sea sings hymns, time
Washes eyes that can’t find
The horizon anymore
Holds the shipwreck’s spine
A shelter for fish gone blind
Grazing the dark sea floor.
The sea sings hymns in time
For the fishermen waiting to find
The hidden rusted door
Holding the shipwreck by the spine
They beg for the strength to climb
From September’s final storm
The sea singing its hymn Time
Holding the shipwreck by the spine.