Updated: Oct 5, 2020
You killed the me I would have been
I took the hurt like water takes stones
Whether pebbles or boulders they all sank
Left their ripples fading, but sank
And I ran like a river
Singing and sparkling silver
Wild and deeper than dreams
And I wrote my story on the land
Told it with the stones I tumbled
Until all their edges wore away
I made of them sand and poured them in the sea
And I found the seed of me swimming there,
Cast careless to the void.
I had been formless
Now, naked, new, I divided
Splitting open, doubling over, growing
Gills and fins and vibbrissae,
Three eyelids and closing up my ears.
I paid tribute to my rivered past,
My song calling sailors to their graves,
Until one day a sailor came who stood forth, resolute
I took his hand.
By journey's end I learned to walk,
Pacing the deck, breathing softly
In a world too loud and bright and I'm still waiting
For my whiskers to fall off
There are no sharks here, just a home
And a wide wood behind the garden
And a good man who keeps the bears away.