Buoyancy

On a wing

Or a wave

A plummeting bird

Or

Sinking ship-

that’s saved

Flying, not falling

It’s a siren-calling

The longing comes later,

A song sung

from Future’s daughter

Floating on Air

Buoyed by Sea

On a wing

Or

On a wave

It’s who we dare

Be

Seaborne

Amphibious before birth

In waves, before earth

The longing comes

much later-

For a song sung

by future’s daughter

Ashes to ashes, maybe so

Or maybe, with miles to row

Toward the shore, or out to sea

It’s only in the water

That we’re truly free

-inga e.b.