Breaking Surf Poem by Radhica Laukaran

I drink in the deep through half-moons
when sails flap to shift the gears of life
as sockets strain, steering away from deadly
current. Winds shell out salt to season seasons
of shipwrecks with ancestors buried beneath,
as the sea sweated blood. Whips etched history
on skins that locked in vaults below, found
sanctuary. From the sea, I emerge
with a surge riding the trust of an ocean
unto horizons once held only in dreams.