We all love to float and flip in the water
To wade out and reach every buoy.
We allow our sails to get caught by the wind
Drifting us further from the shore
Into our bliss of weightlessness.
This is fear being lifted off our shoulders.
But there will always be sharks in the ocean
Fins peeking through the surface
Tying our stomachs into knots
Waves rolling backwards
Winds following the oceans lead
A tug of war between the waves and our stern.
The wind might knock us off our feet
Our bodies piercing the ocean
Until all we feel are teeth
Tearing us limb from limb
Our hands no longer holding
The bloody ocean the last reminder
Of a wave that we let ourselves fall under.
They will mock you if you let them
But sharks become minnows if you make them.
Shrink their teeth.
Rip off their fins.
Our ship will glide on the waters
Sails full with the breath of the ocean.
The water will never be clear
Fins will always skim the surface
Teeth will always brush against us
But floating in shark infested waters
Will always be more wondrous
Than standing in the sand.
I’d rather be twirling my head around
Taking in all the blue surrounding
Than left on the shore
With my neck craned back
Forced to gaze at the distant sky
Never able to jump in the water.