It turns out you cannot stay a sinner under water. If you spend enough time in the ocean you are baptized by proxy; a fact preachers exploit to pad their coffers. You don’t need them if you are a squid.
(more) In the narcissism of youth I used to imagine I was tainted by the ink of my sins. I thought the bioluminescence of my faults shined obvious to an imaginary audience. Inside my fear, the beak of an imposter was so strong it could tear apart those who got too close. I imagined I was an ugly siren, lies sung through eight sucker-bearing arms driping from my mouth. Squid have three hearts, and I used all of mine. I ruined relationships by sucking on, or chewing up, or jet propelling away, expelling the trecherous waters of caring.
It took age to tire me enough to slow down and accidently see my reflection. Surprisingly, I was as much Older Mermaid as Ursula. My abundance of hearts are a blessing, since I have more to love. The products of my eggs are now free floating and I am buoyed up by those I could not out swim. Life has made me Humbolt.(less)
Skin so bright- the coming day
Stepped through my window onto me
Grown in the night supremely comfortable-
There the only light was a self-made counterfeit
No lightning strike or traveler's fire
But waking stirring stinging green turns faltering boats ashore
Grounded ballast in the sand-dunes doomed(more) Wishing to stay and soak their feet-
The crews with hands of work and hearts of home
Here also in the tides my feet are plunged
Undertaken by the sea-green grasp of eyes
The smile of heaven The face of God
Where in one deep breath sustains lung-ed men
With a voice so bold and ferocious that they may tell the truth for a while.(less)