At the furthermost reach of the sea where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves, I have come to heal my life. I knit together like a broken arm. The salt fills the crevices of bone. The sea takes all the fragments of my lives & grinds them home. I wake up in a waterbed with you. The sea is singing & my skin sings against your skin. The waves are all around us & within. We sleep stuck to each other's salt. I am healing in your arms. I am leaning to write without the loss of love. I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea. The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean. This is the sea's surgery. This is the cutting & the healing both. This is where bright sunlight warms the bone, & fog erases us, then makes us whole.