High tide 
Midnight
Nod and smile
Eleven degrees

One hour past
I cannot last 
Curl and pray
Nine degrees

Two hours past
Play that song 
Warm my toes
All else is cold

Three hours past 
Sea escaping 
Life floundering
To be a hermit
Cold blooded 

Six hours at last
Dignity of light
Sounds of life
Hope restored

Because the night
Brings the day
Darkness saves
Gives way

To resurrect me

Thomas Wainewright Exhibit, TMAG.