Beautiful Blue

Today, I stand here at the edge of this cliff,

Staring down at you, Beautiful Blue.

Dare I taste your salty flesh?

Feel your depth?

Anything to get away from this place.

Beautiful Blue, could you be a convenient escape?

A merciful one?

No, I’m not a quitter. Land is fun—was.

But I’ve done battle in every valley,

Kissed in every open field,

Climbed every mountain,

Stood on their tops and cheered

As I watched the wildlife below.

The Wildlife.

The Wildlife.

   The Wildlife… 

Where animals and humans congregate.

Animals, at least they’re cute,

But these putrid humans?

These creatures with pretty teeth

Claim to be civilized. Oh how they deceive!

Religious zealots and pagans with statements,

Claiming atonement for public debasement.

Scum.

Bitter, I am not.

A bit weary and  overwrought.

To drown among the Dolphins and Great Whites,

A peaceful, fitting way to die,

But I seek not death.

I simply desire asylum

From this treacherous mire.

And you…

Such a Beautiful Blue.

You’ve inspired writers,

Poets,

Sailors,

Divers.

You are the perfect person.

Placid and playful,

Violent, but faithful

To your nature.

How can I reject you?

Beautiful Blue.

I want to be deep inside you

Craving, like an explorer,

A lover,

Craving, like a small child cradled in the womb.

Some might call me foolish, stupid even.

But you, Beautiful Blue, know what I mean, and

So here I go…

One…

Two…

Three…

SpLaSh!