Shouting in water

So very small
in my castle
but I can hear Lou singing
about giving it away…
the sound is nearly drowned
in a chest-heaving staccato breath
worthy of vaudeville.
So sure am I
that sun will marry moon
there is little worry
about being swept away by currents;
it’s more a fear of tripping in a tide pool
that has me frozen
in front of the sushi bar.