Silkie
I will dance
down to the salty sea and return to my cradle.
Swayed in the deep, nuances of fishes surround me, nibble my heels, pass
in silence. Sun slides down through diatoms
like snow, glints off gills, scales, fins, tails. Light bejeweled with animals like
flowers. Spin drift sand conceals old
coins, shells, fins, eggs, lies in ripples, troughs, caves. My tongue knows salt, my body the cool
pressure and the feathery touch of kelp.
* "The silkie be a creature strange who rises from the sea to change."
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