So it goes

I am swimming between two oceans

I cannot swim 

so I am drowning

in a chasm of green 

blessed by the gods

contaminated by man—

I cannot drink it

nor bath in it

instead I float and pray

ahead I see an island

a chimera

I think—

hope not 

my arms move with a steadfast determination

I ache and yet I swim

until I cannot any more

and I let myself be guided

arms open

the sea is my friend—

I tell myself

I close my eyes

and dream

until I can dream no more