Poet - Once I Call Home

Foregone

There’s one place I call home

The ocean, the smooth pacific tides

The touch of anemones and seaweeds

Swarming fry and plankton

I miss the salty feelings

The water pressure under my skin

The feel of my fin against the waves

The song of the dolphins,

The alluring dance of sardines,

The silent watch of sharks,

The soft and divine echo of whales

And the coldness of Arctic

But nothing can bring me back there

Even I jump out to the ocean,

I wouldn’t find what I seek.

I couldn’t taste sea, couldn’t be united,

Couldn’t… literally breathe

Now I stand up in this land like none of my kinds before

Head held high, walking right.

Talk with my tongue that’s useless before

Trying to figure out what makes these,

Fierce legged creatures to torment, to disgrace

My peace, wondrous, and untouchable place

That once I call home.