Sea Grave 4

In a tension bewteen pulled and willed,
black form ahead,
my body rushes
through kaliedescope green and blue,
yellow fish fin, and coral
heaps of skelton--
bright living on dead piles, just getting by.
Reef receeds to sand ascending;
I long for shore,
for the living above,
light treading on pasts, unremembered.
The box washes up and me,
all amazed.