alexofander:

‘Don’t mind the earth beneath my feet
I’m quite content with ground
for I just need to see the waves
before I start to drown
And I only need to hear the water
before I’m swept away,
sinking in the silence of
my body’s inner bay

Umbrellas don’t do much for me
whenever Heaven rains
Each drop’s a local flood to me
or tiny hurricane
And flush the thought of washing hands
or standing in the shower–
My land mass is a cliff for tides,
eroding by the hour

But what to do on a planet that is
sixty percent water?
I could move to central Canada
where I would be less bothered
But sooner or later, one of these days
I’m gonna have to swim
At least I’ll make a show of it,
the way I flail my limbs