Water like wind against my skin, my scales.
I glide with each flip, each flicker; My tail,
Long and waving like seagrass in soft current.
I drink deep the salt around me; the salt
That moves in curls and swirls around my face,
Between my fingers and fluttering fins.
I slow, then stop to float. My hair lifts and spins about.
The blue, the deep, the all-encompassing
Home.
Aspiring author, poet, literary artist
