Clanging buoy, you’ve returned in your weighted shell

the steady rolling of waves fill and throw you back to me

your sounding alerts me to your rope that ties me well

pulling me through my weakened resistance to your sea

And who wouldn’t want to be swallowed up by you

your fullness to warm and an expanse of changing blues

this broken only by the cotton filling of a wispy view

and the demands of summer sun in long and wavy hues

Of men and myself, this watch becomes a contradiction

though common in patience, in feelings, remote galaxies

a warning flag of purest white hung high with conviction

a place responded inside to remind me of your realities

I could not shed my deeper colors for your drifting fleet

still my promise remains to listen for your distant bell

from here to there your decisions doomed only to repeat

as a woman strong I share the tumult that the men repel