it was a quarter past 4 in the morning

when the storm broke our second anchor line.

four months at sea, four months of calm seas

to be pounded off the shallows off the tip of montauk point.

they call them rogues, the travel fast and alone

100 foot faces of gods good ocean gone wrong

and what they call love is a risk, because you will always get hit

out of nowhere, by some wave and end up on your own.