RIDDLE

SKYLIGHT ABOVE

the bed where sun

and moon swap

you chart the arc

hours   the deck

the window   pulse

or surf   a clock

OF WHAT’S SEA-LOCKED

inside ink-dark

that sweet secretes

covert and whorl

nacre of shell

beyond the flume

the shade-backed hump

oh Inverness

elsewhere you toss

that darker half

as moon slips into