Ocean

By BIANCA LEGGIO

Published February 4, 2010
Freedom in the epochs of the sea
once covering cliffs,
Now covering me.

Clear, crisp freedom!
sailing weightless
I’m a seagull here,
swooping.

Refreshed, subdued, elated am I.
freedom in the silt of history
Washing all around me:
dinosaur, fern, rock, bone.
This ocean was once the sky
a sky of deep ripples and undulations
Encompassing all of us in gentle
blue.