IAN BELLARD

Back to the Ocean

 

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.