We wake early for the drive towards the sea
Pack everything into our small car until it’s full to burst while the sun is still pink
And set off to the coast.
In the high hills we spot the thin,
Bright flash of blue on the horizon
Compete to be the first to shout
That we can see the sea.
The salt wind tastes
Like home and travel
And as we race over the mounting dunes,
The sand grass waving in the wind like breath
I think –
If I could die
Any place, any time
It would be here
Under the white sea foam
With my eyes green and cloudy
And my lungs full of salt
But not today –
Today I feel alive as I have ever been
With the sea air and sea water and sea foam and sea weed
And my pulse in my ears the same rhythm as the water around me.
The tides of blood and water, for a time, keeping time
With the same salt and the same moon –
Its blue mouth cannot swallow me today
I should have been a mermaid
With scales and tail and underwater breath
And long hair billowing in clouds.
But I would never sell my tail or my voice for a man
Although I may
Become sea foam one day.
[Clare Patterson –@clurrpatterson]