...OUT OF WATER...
Today she walks on solid ground, but once
The world was water, every touch a wave,
The house that kept her safe, the walls of kelp,
The bed of coral-stone, were just a current
Lashed around a dock, with fish asleep
In all the reef’s crannies. The sharks stood guard
And crabs trickled like mercury on glass.
Today she walks on solid ground, where none
Can fly, where there is no clear ceiling on,
Where she is told she ought to try to climb
Beyond the blue. She digs her toes in deep,
Kneels, clutches hands of dirt and pebbles, and
In her liquid voice, mourns the oceans passed
Beyond her eyes. And all is well with us
To know she sees with us again; it scares
Us deep to know someone who drinks where no-one dares.