Salt water flowing,
Bubbling along the boat.
I smell fresh-
I see blue-green waters, and
I travel down an orange-sparkle road.

Undulating with the boat-
I feel like water
Sloshing side to side
Rolling to and fro-
Dancing like a snake over a hilly-top.

Those whipping strands of
Black thread keratin-
Cover my face,
Obscuring the picture,
But I feel free,
Free to feel the wind,
Free to hear the life around me,
Free to know myself again.
--AZNbLuEBuBbLeS