lie disguised as kelp. Liquid turns to sky
as they strike and you gasp ocean
within your lungs. Remember your amphibian days
in the womb, when you could breathe nutrients
as you lay swallowed in a sac: your cells
could make that exchange, blood for breath
with water flowing from your belly.
You can't even cry now, your mouth so full
of manna. Curious bubbles drift from your lips
to skim the surface.