greatly underwater,
hidden in seashells i 
am lying awake.

there is the surf rocketing above me.
there is sand sitting protected
in the folds of my eyelids.

my marble limbs that were hard,
are now growing green and soft,
and fish are feeding off the tips
of my fingers, toes and lips.

shifting into the ecosystem that sustained me
i come full circle to breed new
lives into the ocean currents.
i come around to the new
way of thinking:

'is everything alright?'
'everything is alright.'

i have not sunk, i have
sifted my new ways 
through the undertow of
dreams and desires to
be reborn as a static image,
left limber in your eyes.

image