Aquatic Speech

If we grew up underwater,

accustomed to salt in our cuts,

would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison?

With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech,

would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs?

In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes

less to guess each other’s beauty

and more to map a way forward?

And if your sad

sunk you so far

no one could ever find you,

the heat

of the earth

would still cradle you,

and raise you

back to the waves

like an island

born for paradise.

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