"The Deafening" Original Poem #1

Swept into a ripple’s core,
a deafening and thunderous roar.
I saw you.
Knees drawn and alone, a shell-less limpet.
To prod would risk your stoney stare,
from a hollow form just sticking there.
But I’ll do it.
To stem the tide of every wave,
and lift away that watery grave.