You can tell by the
arch of my back
I can keep afloat
long after the moon
rips her tides.

I am a better
swimmer than
most land
bound creatures.

I am resistant to
regain straight
legged pose.
I could never balance
well on dry land.

I am more elegant
in the surf.

I thought it
was the only way to
feel free until
my waves met your shore.

I did not grip
to your coast
because I thought
I would drown.

I held
on because I
couldn’t bare
to let you go.