[today it may seem]

today it may seem

like we’re drowning,

but hey, the water’s fine.

it is, really, when you

think about it.

the aquatic turbulence

is nothing. it is,

really, when you

think about it, and

the lacerations brought about

by it will heal, always

and ever reliably.

if—that is, when–

we reach the surface,

and don’t worry

we will,

i am certain

we won’t be gasping for

air. just that we’re

ready to walk on land,

using our newly found feet.

our fins will be discarded,

the scales covering us will dissolve–

all these will sink

in a soon-to-be forgotten

trajectory in the

bottomless blue

sea.

 

*

 

For you.