I am a tide, a swell, a fish-school.
I am seaweed draped over limbs
tangled through salty hair,
barnacles clinging to skin, clinging to life,
armour for the body, clinking clashing as flesh shifts.
I am clear seawater yet murky ocean,
brown-green pale-green-blue
and I live and carry on this way
only for those seconds when I am submerged,
compressed by water that I cannot breathe,
eyes crying peeled open yearning for a glimpse through the blackness
of the magic I feel when I am not an air-ground creature,
but a sea-creature.
here you go, frances – happy sea prompt. 🙂
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