Outloud by Dispatch

dublin

standing (unknown) on your shoulders
i

go to face the challenge
of the sea.

i fly up (with the power)
of its wake,
floundering

like a ragged bust   of athena
out

here, on the front of the boat,
holding on and climbing

evermore

up to the crest, trying to save
(someone else) from

the godlike power
of its beat, from

the charming, churning swirl

of ocean

as it stands, all alone,
against the

shoulders of the world.
i try

to save you      from the sea...