In the pitching saltsweet waves
our family with canny boys
and squeals of tourists all geared up
snorkeling sputtering as the water
splashes round us, slippery bodies diving
through the peacock seas.
Boys when floating in the seas
Mandated close because of waves
even swimming dare and diving
but I lose sight of darling boys
cannot con in choppy water
get scared perhaps the jig is up.
Other divers climb back up
boat heaving in the hectic seas
While I surge frantic through the water
Calling out across the waves
Voice blindly cast to unseen boys
swimming crossways deaf and diving
tourists all around are diving
around the boat, blank masked boys
Unconscious of our desperate cries up
Relishing tabasco seas
Fishlike in the wind-torn waves
Churning bodies like syphon water.
I scream across the water
Where are the boys, where are they diving
No one hears me wind and waves
Harsh music keeps our ears stopped up
Fear drives around about the seas
Looking through masked swarms of boys.
I never was afraid before when boys
Dashed deep to whitecap water
Even in these strange and coral seas
Even when the boys were diving
I never doubted they’d come up
And laugh and play among the waves.
We find boys in errant seas
Watered happily in zigzag waves
Diving children both thumbs up.