I balance on the edge, my little boat bobbing along
above sunken wrecks with bottles still clutched in their hands.
The ocean spray on my cheeks is stale
and tastes like tears that have frozen on my face,
for all the world to see.
I could hide them with a mask, but all the ones I’ve tried before melted.
I shall keep following the water
and see where it washes my boat ashore.