I have seen the shore
Where the Indian ocean places
Her warmth on the land.
In long days danced
The rhythm in my veins
Of the drums in the night
That embrace every breath
Of the air surrounding me.
I have dipped embodied hopes
Of children in her shimmering filth,
As too have I dipped their toes
In the Northern Atlantic. Only their toes,
The water and ways of this ocean are unfamiliar.
Cold. Uninviting. Stark.
I can’t make myself walk into its depths.
My soul will freeze in its clutches.