BEACH (SEA-SIDE)

Poetry

I have never been to the sea

But once, when I was sick with malaria-

I felt I was swimming at the bottom of the sea;

I wanted to tell my mom, but she would think it was

A water spirit, calling my spirit to come underwater.

I often wonder what it would feel like -the sea,

What would it be like to visit an aquaria?

What wonders would my eyes see-

Would the sea grasp my being like claws?

Would she drown me and throw my body to the beach, beside the water?

I long to be close to see the sea,

I quake for the waters to caress my heels and call me Gloria,

In the depths of my heart, I can hear the sea-

On some gloomy days, she sings a song tugging at me with her paws,

On other days, she reminds me that I am a squatter.

Sink, drown or float - the wonders of the sea.

In my heart, I have an aria

Specifically for the tides that disturb the sea.

The ocean is a perfect glass till she opens her jaws,

And drags whatever she finds to the bottom to be a slaughter.