There is no memory

of that day

down by the riverside

when I started retracing

the wet tracks of my past.


Not even a vague one.


However:


Fish floated by upstream

repeatedly touching

my feet and thighs

as I proceeded

towards the coast.


In my mind

you will detect

no knowledge

about the slow

transformation

of limbs


Yes, it's true

that I still

have the use

of my lungs,

though now there

is nothing to tell of

but a tail.




Once freed

from delta

and mainland

there was no option

but to go on.


Ah, these colours.

these shapes

in the reefs

of the southern seas.


And way up north;

the purity

of the glistening ice,

the starlit roof above

and the Aurora Borealis.


Hey, would you like to

jump in and join me?