Sea Sound

It sounds like the vastest ocean

between my two ears,

or a soft sizzling frypan

of energized air.

The cause tho’ uncertain

could be bio-chemical--

it’s like silence on fire

or summer dusk

in Morocco,

all orangeness and torrid

and somehow synaptic

the swish of salt spray

sounds prolifically

invisible

a bluish ocean

of motion tucked

inside my skull

it laps and it ebbs

hour after hour,

pours plushness

and rhythm

right onto

shore,

relentlessly

scours the

wet sand

of this poem.