hands to the hull
expecting your tapping, your ghosts
late at night I hunt you through the dark

so many fates wrapped up 
in your airless little world
it is hard to believe in you
tappings, knockings
are you alive in there?
what do you hear?

wonder about the tide
is it stormy where you are
serene at the bottom, awaiting lift
toward the light

when your fate is in others' hands
serenity reigns
you are at peace,

whatever
storms fly above

at night I dream I am in there with you
gasping for escape