You arrest me.
Raucous pink buffered by lavender shore–
swimming though your tides I see clouds like fish,
swathed in iridescent scales of coral, gold, cerulean.
Show me the boundary between your depths
and the beyond.  Where does our atmosphere
end and the galaxy begin?
You are an ocean inverted.
There is an infinite reflection of sky and sea, 
the origin of which I cannot fathom.

What concerns me is the visible light spectrum of the spider
climbing my window.  I hope she can see your marvels
and wonder at this margin of waters, this storm
of fire and sea that we simply call the dawn.