How to float

A sonnet about showing an alien the ocean

By Suze KayPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

I know your kind has hovered here before -

A pilot filmed you tricking twixt two blues.

But did you smell it? Taste it? Spot its hues?

Let currents drag your craft across its floor?

Remove your lens, your shell, your garb. Explore:

The foamed remains of waves, with salt diffuse.

The tumbled rocks and glass, smoothed by abuse.

Cold shock of entry: we depart the shore.

Splutter! Fear, the ocean's climb and roar, take

courage, gulp air topside, mill your limbs, note

the pull of drifting eddies in your wake.

And when you're ready, one more step, devote

your core to weightlessness, your soul to make

the final lift. Water-held, now we float.

Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.

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