Water (a poem)

They came, quiet as night and made homes of men. No one noticed.

They hid in the rain and grew in the sea.

I was out in my boat.

I woke up, picked the white flower from my hair and threw it to the water, which rose up to meet me.

Those ocean giants, took me under their waves.

I knew them from night seas, night mer. They made cities from water and homes of men.