I am a subject of Neptune,
a shellback who crossed the line in the sea.
Somehow I got washed up on dry land
where raindrops are like falling memories.
Rivers to me are like arteries
feeding water to the heart of the sea
and cries of gulls on the estuary
are a summons from my master to flee
away from the confines of land life
back to the waves to be free
with the wind as my power
and the stars as my guide
and nothing but ocean to see.