Unsatisfactory Deal
Rolling waters you have been robbed of purification restoration
your relentless circulation of salt and foam
I see diluted satisfaction
I dawdle along your turbid shores and
I note the debris around you scattered at will
I hear seductive voices looping in a conch shell
I lift greedily listening to the sounds of the great vast
I ponder the inside only to learn
messages within are simply echoes rushing noise
from the immediate environment
I wait in containment unattended
I feel yearning vibrations on wind from sheltered distances
while in backyards aquifers strain
and store opinions
and negotiate atmospheric pressure preparing
to receive the next drill.
—Kay Cook