mOcean

I sleep in river beds
With rapids for duvets
and foam pillows
under sheets of ice
Cradled by the banks

I am tied to time like tide
her deposits weigh heavily
She waves, then shells me
0f my scales that tip under the debris
I slept in river beds under sheets of ice
made up
The eyes atop
the prow look warmly down
Her hull cuts the sheets to shreds
She moved me like caked mud
Barnacles, 1000 tentacles
on treasure trove
I am her
Bow
with each recession of the surf
Or breaking of the waves I am
Wake
in her embrace
Washed like pay dirt