Do our spines remember
gills, our bellies
the cool ocean floor?
Can we conjure ourselves in
the cavernous deep,
amid the ocean’s unknowable chambers,
resurrect what it was we carried,
as we slithered ashore?
I try summoning
my watery DNA that surely lurks
When my arms tire,
and all too soon,
I imagine myself armless,
sleek again, fins as my rudder.
designed for just this.
Forced to the surface for air,
is my resentment simply
rebelling from memories of diving
deeper and deeper,
skimming the vast reefs, skirting beaches,
until the light finally left the surface
and expectantly, resolutely,
I dive deeper
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