NaPoWriMo #9: “The Bends”

Hi readers,

Sorry about the break! Again, travelling. Again, jet lag. Again… poetry! Finally finished this one, which I’ve been toying with for ages. I hope you like it.

The Bends

Ebb tide drew us from under the ocean’s skin
still finned and slick.

As city lights reprised themselves
in the bruised waters of the bay,

we forced limbs out of our cracking spines
– but lungs were harder.

That was the day you taught me nitrogen,
its rosary of molecules,

until I could feel it, yellow and astringent,
flowering in my blood.

There are footprints in which you cannot stand
more than once in a lifetime:

amphibious yearning, this feeling
of drowning even in landlocked air.


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