Homesick
A scuba instructor in my town,
who says his name is Triton,
claims he was a messenger for a king in the sea.
What a strange guy.
He says he was once a noble merman,
who wielded a trident,
and lived in a golden palace in the blue depths.
But I’m not so sure.
He’s known in this town
for having a vast knowledge of ocean life,
like knowing which coral will give you a nasty sting.
He is always willing to share
his love of the sea.
Triton says he had a family,
he has lots of children
who serve gods and goddesses
but he can't find his way back to them.
I feel sorry for him.
Recently we had an agressive storm,
sailors say a “god of the sea” was angry.
They are always superstitious.
But, I haven’t seen Triton since.
Maybe he was telling the truth.
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