You rolled and roiled like a deep thing,
a miniature whale or submarine,
a shark with ten thousand teeth,
the lighted jelly, pearl jammed
beneath, and spray and sway, disattached
like kelp wreaths. The tune you leak
swashes across your siren sigh
then grunts like the rock topped seal.
I cast out, but the pole don’t dip
then the oars can’t beat. The bilge
slime shines a blinding beam
so even the gull won’t come to eat.
The dinghy swirls and bangs the alarm
bell, mad to be further lost at sea.