Pray for Surf

We stand navel-deep in the never-tired sea
In the old sea, the so-old sea - volcano-bellied, bird-headed sea!

We see her quiet bones, the bones of the sea
Sink till they're dark and starless
From the sunroom-sized whale skull to the urchin's brailled bowl
They all will sink until they are dark and starless starless starless

And when they reach and return to us they are the beach that burns beneath us
Pushing onto shore like cement being poured
We waited and we prayed it, we pray for surf

Don't forget you're made of earth, son
And earth is water, three parts to one - deep-dark water
You are dark, dark, deep, dark three parts to one

Don't forget to pray for surf, son