Submariner

by

Doug Larson

A am a submariner;
or, at least, I was.
Hooked firmly to a tethered line
I floated in a sea of brine.
Warm, the gentle seas of Gaia
held me tenderly in liquid arms.
-
Harshly came the storm
that tore me from my moorings;
my holdfast slipping from the rock
to tumble me through liquid space
and pour me blue upon dry land.
-
That was so long ago.
My tethered line, long since cut.
I walk upright now upon the land,
breathing air into my lungs,
tethered now with veiled cords;
freedom forever at arm's length.
-
Still, I am a submariner
in the depths of my heart.
I dream of dark and silent waters,
their distant throbbing in my ears.
Warm, the gentle seas of Gaia
call to me throughout my years.

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