the coral in mutation

after months of hibernating imagination.

the
adieu salty waters.

I'm departing with the urgency
to feel the breeze.
they say it's dry but mild,
mild but striking.
A very honorable performer,
striking life,
invading the porous earth
with the intention of rebirth,
granting whispers of throbbing elation.
 I learned to dance wet.
here I shall swirl waterless.
wearing my green laced leaves
and growing wooden branches.
I heard the flora tribe
of whom I'll join has that custom.
I 'll be a maiden bride,
wearing a green gown,
nesting my rainbow parade of colors,
prolongably beneath the strokes of that yellowish disk
of whom I  heard endless stories.
I'll witness a less gloomy darkness,
in the union of a dandy army
that flickers mystic winks of light.
adieu salty waters.
the brackish tenure is well over now.
I set forth into the dry
and wait for the seasonal cloudburst
to spring me homesick.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

I pictured frolicking mermaids reading this. Good one

[Nisreen]

I do believe going under water
one realizes just how small our world can be
How our scope is so narrow

Yet very much widened by your poem here

Beautiful !!!

[Latifa]

I'm coming out of the dead, lol