READY LOST

We are so alone in ourselves
Lost in the sea
Waves taking us where they will

Bone cold
Monsters below
Circling always circling

Single cell
Bobbing hell
Bloated and ready to pop

Thunder booms
Overhead clouds blackening
Rain choking

Wind howling
A whirlpool sucking
Gasping cries to God

We’re finally ready
For Him to send
A whale the size of Baltimore.