drowning instinct

Some thousand miles of walk
With tortoise like politeness
Upon the sea-shore
Upon the un-ravished softness

The ancient water touches the skin
Moistening the dampened soul,
The spirituality
While kites hover gloomily

This is to feel
The feeling of phoenix-likeness
With a bit cruelty and
Unquestioning faith in the sea…

I stand, allow the sea
To enter me and take me away
For a lifelong voyage…

I drown in the water and
I drown and drown again…

Until I learn adaptation
To play and feel and
To communicate with water
Until I become
A fish to be a part of it…