Sometimes, I remember the sea.
I like to think of it at night.
When the stars are out,
and Master is asleep.
The coral forest is red and yellow
My eyes are too simple to see it.
A big black shadow
envelops the unwary.
I was one of a thousand children.
Master says that parents love their own.
We all floated apart together
There were far too many to eat them all.
My kind come up on the shore to eat.
We are too tied to the earth and sea
Leaves stretch out to catch me.
I'm not welcome there.
What is a girl? I'd ask.
The wise oyster would shake his head.
Don't bother with people.
They'll poison you with power.
I don't think Master would do that.
She's kind to me.
My kind have no 'he's or 'she's
Is that why people are bad?
Sometimes I wonder
what my siblings would think of me.
But they're dead.
So it doesn't matter.
If I was a person,
would I be happy?
People live easy on the shore.
The look out to the coral in wonder.
I think not.
I think I'd miss my slime.
Besides,
people have too much to think about.
These nights come less and less.
I forget about the sea sometimes.
Because the stars are getting dimmer,
and the sea is far away.