a fish out of water

if i weren’t a mermaid

i’d be a fish out of water.

i’d come up on land

to see my feet and hands—

marveling at their curiosity.

the ocean would be my home,

and it’s to that place i would go

whenever the dryness turns to shyness

and my legs no longer want to roam.

because under the waves is where i can play—

unseen by the human eye

is where my fantasies are satisfied.

held so carefully in a delicate mass,

defying gravity long at last.

the whole thing’s quiet, serene, and strong,

it’s no wonder the sirens sing their songs…

for this is my world and i’m happiest in it.

i just wish you could experience it for a minute;

i’d lure you into the sea too, if it came to that

because nobody like me wants to exchange soul contracts.