Our Little Ocean

[electricmayhem]

Our Little Ocean


Our home is underwater.
There is a sea in our living room.
My mother and I
are swimming with the fishes,
but you ---
you are dead.

It took a while to get used to,
but now we find it fascinating,
our very own private ocean
here in my home.
We've learned new languages
and invited friends over
for card games,
but no one has accepted.

My mother stays perched,
frozen,
on the roof,
above water.
I take her gently by the hand
and coax her down
into our little ocean.
"It's okay," I tell her.
"It's okay to let go."

We make new plans and break all promises,
sailing
out into the neighborhood ---
our home,
engulfed in waves,
taken over by curious creatures of the sea,
yet we do not drown.
The water has not frozen yet.

This ocean was not made of tears
or grief
or sadness.
This ocean was created
with golden intention
by change.
What a beautiful way to live,
to be stuck inside
this strange new comfort.
Everyone loves an underwater boy.

My mother and I
are swimming with the fishes,
but you ---
you are dead.

--- copyright 2009 by lh