Breathing Underwater

Apparently there is a difference
she calls out their names
tracing the veins of each

sea   /   shell   /   glass   /  flame
              like divine scripture
the rain tipping the
              sky into the sea-
gray pavement
              begging for more

All that glitters remains
& the least of these pulls a
blade through the tide-
pool silhouette
she cradles in her cupped
hands