Blue

Another ocean poem: Danger! Danger!
            The danger of people being water
Built up in oceans--A blue collection of hands,

Feet, and shark fins mimicking the Atlantic.

            How much better they look out there at
A comfortable distance from a rocking

Chair on a beach house porch. They’re

            Magnificent at such a separation
With their color exposed, a startling blue,

But how terribly sad they look in a single

            Paper cup filled from the faucet;
Such a pale shade they can’t really

Be called a shade at all. They’re clear,

            And you start to see the emptiness
They try so hard to disguise with blue

Densities; compacted nothings practicing

            Friendly waves that seem to say,
“Come swim. There are no sharks here."