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Boundless

1)The Awakening 

I know when fantasies became boundless,
it was the first time I sat on the pier;
Bellowing aqua swells rolled in endless
the ocean’s melody hung in my ear; 

Suddenly the size of a grain of sand 
and yet there was nothing I couldn’t do;
I held the world in the palm of my hand
looked across the way and then I saw you;

A nautical photo posed on a rock 
flyaway hair and a face that was scarred;
Not sure if it was sunburn or mild shock
it appeared to me that you were a guard;

Like a lighthouse you sat so dutifully 
staring at the sea exactly like me.


2)The Desire 

Staring at the sea exactly like me 
I still wonder what you were looking for;
Marveling at the waves so intently
you were sitting a little far from shore;

In an instant the decision was made,
I had to know what your cadence was like;
Even at this hour the eyes were like jade 
the crazy in me was starting to spike;

I threw my hands up and started to shout
trying to avoid getting soaking wet;
Desperately seeking the shortest route 
diving in was as good as it would get;

Hoping for a sandbar but had no clue 
I knew I would have to swim out to you.

3)The Sea

I knew I would have to swim out to you 
so ‘Carpe Diem’ I said with a jump;
Answers I was determined to pursue 
while careful to avoid any speed bump;

Currents did not cause a single problem 
in fact they appeared to be aiding me;
My legs were starting to get a bit numb
luckily there was no sign of debris;

It felt like I was never to arrive;
Stuck out at sea I was feeling a fool;
Fueled by desire and getting there alive  
I kept swimming ignoring every rule;

I would get my questions in with a wedge 
Now it was my turn I hit the rock’s edge.

4)The Fire 

Now it was my turn I hit the rock’s edge;
The fastest movement of my entire life 
was when I raced up that slippery ledge;
Glad to be done with this watery strife;

I had been loud and gotten no answer
you were sitting gazing there so stoic;
I remember the waves started to stir 
there was no gesture that I could mimic;

Careful not to scare you I said ‘Hello?’
Tried to table all my intense wonder, 
it was hard because I wanted to know;
Words I had to control from a stutter;

Heart skipping the situation was dire 
quickly I saw eyes flickering with fire. 


5) Tidal Waves 

Quickly I saw eyes flickering with fire  
but still not a single word was spoken;
Eager to discover what would transpire,
the tale I’m sure had a shark or kraken;
 
If I mulled over what could lurk below
in the abyss there could be many more;
Far beyond the perilous undertow 
there had to be creatures not seen before;

Why did I not pause and really think first?
What if I could never again go free? 
My gut felt like it was about to burst;
Tidal waves of fear started to pound me;

Anxiety back again. Oh awesome. 
Intrusive thoughts are quick to overcome. 


6)The Real

Intrusive thoughts are quick to overcome,
especially when you’re stuck in silence;
I relaxed as soon as I heard the hum;
Your song mingled with indigenous plants;

Close enough now for a real encounter 
there still had not been any words spoken;
What language you spoke I was still unsure 
I surmised your voice would be the ocean;

Suddenly the song picked up a new pace
building into a fuller melody;
Not a muscle was moving on your face 
needing lips to sing was.a fallacy;

Right now this moment felt very surreal 
I looked at your fin wrap merfolk were real.

7)The Knowledge 

I looked at your fin wrap merfolk were real,
but why had you risen to the surface?
Maybe that swim was to help the sea heal,
perhaps it was for another purpose;

Then that hum became a coherent thought 
‘Don’t you already know why we are here?
Notice the wildlife that has been forced out?
If you stop and listen then you will hear.

Humans are not the only life on Earth. 
We are here to protect every creature.
Even the microscopic have their worth.’
Truly it seemed you were here to nurture;

I knew as you were telling your story
knowledge wasn’t handed out to bury.

Copyright © Melani Udaeta

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