Seaweed

A fluttering skirt weaves restraint

Stubbornly defying the rhythm of the waves

A self-important performance

Once I thought those lines were so graceful

Yet forgot I was never a queen

Not a perfect form within the blue

Merely a strand of seaweed, ever entangled

In the capricious waves

At least beneath the inescapable sea

Clownfish thanked me for my shelter

Spotted seals murmured their goodnights

Green turtles guarded the hope of new life

Now I only wish to shed this dusty label

To grumble, to resist, or to soften like smoke

Overlapping shadows marked the moment of fulfilment

I only wish that each assassination by the tide

Would silently clasp every grain of sand

A fleeting instant, yet an eternity

Silent depths grow of their own accord