Seal Skin:
I wish I
had the skin, still
the cloak I
used to cover myself
hide the
truth from eyes used to seeing
normal beings
as consistent in form
shaken to
the core when they saw
me
strutting or swimming.
I wish I had
the skin, still
seal fur
and lover’s blood,
bone of
wolf, tooth of shark
a delightful
cavern to dwell within —
a place to
explore and remain free
while the
world rolled on like a cloud.
and I would
walk the land
as a wolf,
or swim the oceans as a seal
and sing
such songs sailors would weep
to think
there was more than they could believe
in the
world they crossed upon
forever on
the surface and never below.
I wish I had
the skin, still
but she
stole it from me one night
after we
had lain together by her fire;
exhausted
I slept and dreamed
I was a man
trapped in the unreal world —
when I woke
she was gone
and here I
remain.
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