merrow (day 87)
dawn approaches and I know
i must resurface.
swimming from ocean depths,
dreams entangling like strands of seaweed,
with a splash, i begin to wake.
i rise slow, hindered by heaviness,
i clothe to mask my true self,
prickling from its texture against my slick skin.
breathing in the strange air,
i adjust to the unnatural verticality of walking,
pushing myself onward step after step
until I connect with the earth once again.