Still Waters

The waves crash onto my still form
as I lay there
staring into that bright sky

Will I find enough seashells
today
for that makes the house of mine shift

I find myself thinking
just like the day before
and the day before that and so on and so on and on

The seagulls cry and
that
familiar song echoes out and around

Thin whisps of cloud float down
to the edge of the sea

and the fish king jumps out and up
to catch them whole.