With a world waiting under waves,
I met you at the surface
Your home was within sight,
under the moon, alone.
It seemed sturdy yet weightless.
Longing crept into me,
For a home with feather pillows,
Where sunlight was
Less than a visual effect,
Warm and direct.
I told you where I came from,
Splashed water with my tired arms,
To make you laugh.
“What will it take to get you out of the water?”
I grew serious, determined.
The force of duties is exactly like
The weight of water, dear friend.
My skills excited you: “Think of how much you could do on land!”
And for what purpose? If I wasn’t treading water,
Those might’ve been tears.
Kaitlin Sansoucie 