Deep in the black velvet ooze
At the bottom of the saltwater cavern,
I found her weeping for her children.
Her weeping makes her monstrous.
Mothers warn their young ones away
And secretly worry
about where choices have led them–
About the salt in their blood.
I see her
Raw fingers raking the sludge,
so long from giving love.
My hands ache and sweat;
I taste my death but cannot look away.
Her hollow eyes focus on me and the time is fulfilled.
I kneel in front of her,
Take her hands to my breast,
And kiss her wide mouth long and full.
Now I float upon the cool water,
My webbed feet gently keeping me true
As I breathe and come to.
Here I am upon the calm water~
The ungraceful dance,
Frantic footwork to be what I am not,
In the distance swans take flight:
Recognition leaps in my heart
And my wings give a sympathetic shake.
Now, here, I am what I am.
My webbed feet paddle the cool water,
Moving me forward, swift and sure
Until yearning meets with knowing,
And I unfold large, beautiful wings
That carry the drumming of my heart
Across the years and vast deserts I have traveled.
In a moment,
Through a flurry of sun-kissed water,
I am airborne,
Flying to meet my mates.