Calgon

Submerged
in this salton
cypress
scented sea,
the detritus of the day
falls away.
The concrete crust
of expectation,
modulation,
sophistication,
softens

to slick scales.
The voices,
harsh and brittle,

morph
to murmurings,
selkie song.
Tunes
ancient mothers crooned
slowly seep

into me.

Free
to return

to the sea
I sing along.