Floating
off to sea
only partially awake, not enough to feel
but enough to know.
I have been floating
off to sea
for so long I can't remember
how long it has been
since I have seen sun.
Fishing nets
have come onto my arms
they latch on to me,
and I cannot do anything but watch.
Barnacles
grow atop my head
I don't feel so alone
with them here
It pulls me down
the sea flowers
saying that I am ready
to join them
and I can accept
I have a choice