Sailboats flutter on your fingertips;

the mighty hand of the ocean closes around
                       the once-peaceful harbor

as you sit lightly in your chair, knees tucked up
        and one arm crooked above your head, fingers dangling
to catch the hair at the nape of your neck
                                       you nibble on your knuckles
                     the glow of the machine
          illuminates your lips, pursed; your eyes, pensive

         new ideas
               new relationships
        new boundaries
                         expand the limitations of thinking
              as you free your mind; an acolyte of Amphitrite,
you grasp an ocean of thought, creating storms

  one breath is all it takes to send canvas flying across
                                                              the waves