The Inland Sea

We armour up,
a dijk making deltas.
Layers, protections
For the arrows and the undertow.
Veneers of gloss
frost over aspirations 
those trapped and those unthawed.
Even the cracks,
humanities regretted,
I'll bandage and hide between short breaths,
Half squinting in the bright,
The hiss and the heavy.
This scurry is the damage
The easy is the weakness.

This inland sea,
Twilit and tideless 
becomes surrender unfought 
a silting evaporation of potential.
But in the shallows, an honesty found.
Bone naked at the lowest,
an undrowned clarity
reveals mysteries as myth
bleaches ordinary on make-believe
raising, returning faith
my first sacrament.