The Fish

Sail Together, I see, The power of the wealth of belief Though my friend just beside me has died in his sleep Sand in his hair, he belongs to the reef The ominous sad is released in high tide Submerged in red liquid, I’m no longer dry Sail The undertow pulls Above soars the bliss in the ignorant seagulls I can’t move under water, my limbs are too feeble Society Salt Caught in the drain We are white, we are black We are one in the same Bending compassion Conditional love I picked up a snail and it died in my glove I row and I paddle, the ocean is dim I was rocked off my boat and forgot how to swim Sail The waves are screaming The guttered souls rolled in scum His brother treads, bleeding But wait Something’s holding my hand, it’s a fin “It’s okay,” cooed the fish, “I’ll reel you back in” Sail The sea angel lead me to safety Where is my home now This makes sense? Maybe The salt was cleansing in delusion but in my truth healed few wounds I smile anyway My limp body swoons I tilt my head sideways and wink at the moon I now look at the water, A small child laughing Myself I remember the summers of saltwater taffy -TM