Riptides🐬

 
 
As I capsize while fishing  
far out in the turbulent sea,  
dolphin pods hear me slap  
 
and splash the waves with  
their fins’ graceful slicing  
through the surface with no  
 
sound, circling and making  
riptides, spouting curiosity  
next to me and all around,  
 
startling gulls that scatter  
in the salt sea air that fills  
with their piercing cries.  
 
In this cacophony, losing  
all of my sense of direction,  
blowholes appear & spray  
 
rolling hills of deep ocean,  
carrying me through fields  
where their young cling to  
 
each other, laughing loud  
at how this plaything, this  
awkward new species, is  
 
out of its depths in a world  
with no tail for shark runs,  
even as they welcome me.