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.