vast
she was running around
the house that morning
jumping off stools and tables
trying not to touch the floor
as it was water
when she slipped and tumbled
into the deep unknown
her parents dreamt of
Spotted Eagle Rays lit
by St. Elmo’s Fire
she cried to wake them
from their age
the covers lay
like explosion mats
sheltering the world
from occasional blasts of ignorance
their daughter lay drowning
in the living room ocean