I tread in the depths of the ocean
looking for a missing piece of myself
like an eerie premonition of
ashes being scattered in Adam’s ale,
despite the fact that I cannot swim
I relish the cold water lapping waves of
reality against my withered skin
absorbing the shock of impact between
breaths of air and liquid.
I let go, trusting that the waters will
carry me to my destination.
There is silent strength in knowing
the power of nature.
I feel the magnitude of the waves
wrapping their fingers around me,
Trying to absorb me into their yin,
I, their yang.
My mouth wide, ready to let out a cry of
relief, one last human utterance
before I am swept up and reabsorbed
into the atmosphere.
as if one with my yearning,
a hundred hands gliding gracefully just under the water’s surface,
mermaid reflections rippling like pebbles across the calm bath of my dreams.
The water engulfs me,
filling me up
with the ocean’s tears.
I glide off mermaid tales, floating upwards.
Leaving trails of bubbles behind,
I feel myself in line with the clouds.
On puffy pillows, like bouncy trampolines,
I launch myself into the ether
obligingly catch my fall.
Relaxing on a mirage of miracles,
I allow myself to deflate,
all of the ocean
draining out of me,
I hold on with all my might.
I am not yet ready to say goodbye.
My body tense as it comes crashing down.
The earth an unforgiving bed for my final landing.
I should have known that letting go
would be a better way.
Whole hearted would have done the