i am sitting here eating tuna
and it makes me think of the sea;
its saltiness and its proximity to you.
i am not a jealous soul but in this case
i envy the sea but know it's pointless.
she will laugh at me and my impatience.
yesterday when i stared at her,
she knew what i was thinking
because we are both waters of sorts.
and she snickered and threw spray at me,
she left a briny film on my pale skin
and said that is what yours will taste like.
sister sea always knows what churns in me
and always finds cause to jest
of all the things i find irresistible.
sometimes she puts brine in my eyes
then asks what i'm crying for;
then turns and says gravely to me,
"think of it as a blessing, dear child.
you have crossed a threshold into a new life
few in this universe can even imagine of."