Trying To Say

I would much prefer to scream like the ocean,
Who though stillborn loves to charge and crack
Fullfaced onto the cliffs, them through its spray sobbingly roaring

To the howling gulls above, laughing with glee
And careening still cheering loud

Straight in the peaking egg white waves,

While all around their sailboat bodies lightning explodes
And troubles the black churn.

But a submarine is always

Quiet glassy and calm.