Wanting more

He dives in like a boy,
a boy who is bored by a sun

who must set then rise with
no earthly thanks

and moody clouds who never linger
long enough to be friends.

Like a boy with no books who will
find the line where oceans join.

Meet clowns and black devils and
an octopus that can hug an ugly fish.

Sift sand from the ocean bed through
webbed feet, feel the change.

Rise on the back of a manatee,
a starfish hung by seaweed around
his man shoulders.