motherwater

How do I explain this?

That I feel like a body
Not one that enjoys circling other bodies

The lights bother me
I don’t feel the joy

Pale blue beads on the floor
Picked them up one by one

I am a body made of flesh and blood
I feel like one made of only water

I wish to go back to motherwater.

The land dries me
The concrete echoes
The people confuse me

My friends are the trees and ducklings
Small siblings like the pond next door

Motherwater lives in me
She lives in us

Motherwater protects me
from circling too long

She protects me
from light I cannot trust