Two If By Sea

I held up two fingers for my father
who tested helicopters--a peace sign
to malign the naval carriers
he shipped aboard: they also launched bombers.

I hoped, however, that the rotors cycloned
upwards--my father's maintenance software
functioning and keeping him hovered.
He was super-aquatic: I worried about air.

Below, the waves splashed as normal
water is wont to do--pulled by the moon.
My father's night-flight experimented over
an ocean that was already tested and approved.