Driftwood

sinking is the easiest way to hide

I collect driftwood like bones 
old friends I thought I'd lost 
to the lonely siren's moans.
the lightning doesn’t come from above 
but deep, deep below 

where the signal ebbs and flows 
and sand is resorbed 
into stone
a petrified recollection 
of every ring, the way of the grain
churning towards destruction
and rebounding back again 

chaos swirls the ocean floor drain
where all the sunken things hide  
dwelling alongside  
the ships in bottles, rusted keys
a safe place for all things useless and ashamed 
all things sink 

except for driftwood