Mermaid on the Continent

The rose-water orchid bearer

Is doing all he can

To fill your world with oceans enough

To make up the distance between you

But there you lie

Naked and soft on the hard, dry ground

With your ear cupped, 
You listen hard but

Songs dry up on the continent

Yet she still remains your heroine,

Stuck there and utterly put upon as she is

With her history of border wars 
And socialized concrete walls

Her soul stale, 
Her poetry panic-stricken

It’s no wonder

She loses all reason

It is only the sea

You yearn
You must forgive her that

Still, if only she had a sea, then

You’d raise a naval fleet

Especially for her

You’d have the muse at 
Both your feet in no time flat

And in her name
You cry out to no-where in particular...

...If only the sea

© Rennie 2008