A Collection of Poems

Selkie Seas

The water rushes in and out of the harbor,

Making walls of foam all around me,

Overhead the seagulls cry as they fly against the wind,

Boat layout in the open water waiting for their catch of the day,

Looking up the sky remains grey as if signaling that a storm is about to come,

Upon these shores of sand, I sit and wait,

Waiting for the current to carry me away into the sea,

I wrap my arms around my legs,

Huddling them against my chest,

Trying to keep the cool crisp sea air from penetrating my skin,

Memories of the water flow like a river through my mind,

Flying beneath the waves with the water skimming over me,

At times my eyes would scan my ever-changing surroundings,

I then would disappear underneath the waves once again,

Only to soar through the water,

That is when I'm truly free to be me,

Birds may be flying against the wind but I fly against the waves,

Going unnoticed by those above and around me,

Across the water, I can hear them calling,

Asking for there one that was lost to return,

Cupping my hands I dig into the sand,

Inside a small wooden antique box is my treasure,

A coat in the purest colors of muddy browns and stormy cloud greys,

Smiling I gladly wear it with pride,

Walking towards the water I feel my warmth of longing,

The longing to return to my sea bed under the water,

The longing to bask under the sun on the nearby cliffs,

The longing to become whole once again,

Tiling my head back my coat consumes my every essence,

My body slides into the Irish salty sea,

I cry out in joy,

Seven years and seven tears too many,

Above the surface I look back at the sandy beach I once called home,

Maybe one day I will return to become a human of two legs,

But, for now, all I want to be is a selkie under the Irish salty seas.