Everything is somehow
Perfect.
Licking the sidewalk
Tastes of salt
As if we were meant
To live in an ocean of
Concrete coral reefs
And warmness.
Treading near the surface
All my life
I have finally grown tired
And I can feel the bottom
Scratching my back
As I lay there,
Lungs collapsed,
Relaxed
For the first time.
Everything is cold
But it is also clear
And I can feel
The seaweed grabbing my
Body is really just a
Meadow
Submerged,
And now I feel at home.
Years go by
And eventually I grow gills,
Breathing,
Filtering
But never tasting.
Never building a home.
I just sort of wander.
I just sort of float.
One day the sun comes out
And I notice
How it transforms murky shadows
Into yellow stripes,
Alive and animated,
Connecting everything.
Overwhelming my senses.
I close my eyes.
Even then
Light-filled shapes
Are imprinted on the backs of my
Eyelids
Still moving
Dancing.
Suddenly,
For the first time in years,
I must breathe.
Surfacing,
My gills disappear,
For I do not need them
Anymore.
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