Awake

when I asked you to meet me
down here in the clear brine
did you wonder about the coordinates
of this shipwreck?
descending with purpose,
sure and determined as sea mammals,
the hulking ghost
came into view
sails miraculously billowing,
gesturing,
inviting,
smiling,
we slipped through a porthole
blue light piercing our eyes,
bright enough to illuminate
every past sin and dream,
mapping them through the tangle
of our hands and limbs
our every utterance
be it sigh
or word
or name
yours or mine,
or even the unstoppable, mysterious
cry out to a divinity.
we recognized each other in this tangle,
we searched and groped some more,
kicking up seaweed and rotten wood.
stumbling, a game,
upon the treasure resting palpably
at the base of all this,
and as we do,
linking arms and eyes across
the unassuming vault
agreeing it has value
before swimming towards the sun.