Local Fluff

Local Fluff

In the dark sea,
flame-capped white taper candles
circle me, fingers sticking up
through the water, pointing, holding
light. The plug in the ocean floor
has come loose, there’s a leak
in the ocean, we’re either giving
up water, or letting in water
from some other source, the ocean
under ours. Maybe that’s where
these candles keep coming from,
lit well for us.