Swimming With the Fishes

Can we speak with our heads above the water for a second?

I would like to know your words and how your voice truly sounds

Without the tumble and turn of the currents, forever on our backs.

The waves push us from side to side as we scream to be heard above the pull,

Still is your voice no more than a high-pitched sprite,

Only audible to the gossiping dolphins, dancing under the moonlight.

Now I swim free, at one with fishes around me -

A home is never guaranteed in these changing tides.

I am as different from the past as these laws of nature abide.

RMLloyd

17th October 2021