Aquarian
Splash!
Water moistens the skin.
A stroke, another, onward,
as my head bobs up, more water.
A non-terrestial future forges ahead
But back I cannot tread.
Struggling to find out life
on my own, alone, forlorn.
The horizon is blue, almost green
though a few gulls add to the sea
nesting down upon unaware fish
“This life will be a tasty dish!”
August 10, 2002
Fort Collins, CO
