seabody 

when the sea stretches out on long 
arm-strands of cloud three-quarters
down the canvas of the sky
we stumble our way down
to the beach sand
scraping/chafing/exfoliating beneath 
the arms of my wetsuit 
salt clogging my nose
drying out my face 
far out west the water cradles
my neoprene exoskeleton 
on land i am a creature of occasional discomfort - 
but in the ocean i am taken in like air
impact without intent without sensation 
i am in abundance 
floating in salt born aloft on 
the swell to the shore 
for bare seconds i exist as a wave 
my fins flippers, my throat crowned with gills 
there is no end to we & i & you & us 
where did the water begin
the origin, the deep, the dark-as-a-lake 

— Annabelle Kennedy