Compass Rose

And she stands at the lines
That connect and cross
Connect and cross
And form squares, little squares
That divide and enclose.
Great moving masses
Shifting and quaking
Blue fury of ocean mother
Who loves you and drowns you
And she knows all directions
Knows all ways untraveled
Cycles without purpose
Movement without rationale
She exists at the bottom
Her head to the north
She looks upward
Always upward