This city is not the place you think it is,
forsaken and forlorn,
always wishing for the world above.
No, we are just like anywhere else,
a cold and vast metropolis
where sunshine exists briefly
in the watery fragility of each moment,
where none of us can want for air
as none of us has ever known it.
We were all born in water:
our first thoughts were of damp,
our first breaths were the fluttering of gills.
We were all born to water:
we are her daughter
and she holds us, always.
We were all born as water:
swimming as a fish swims
breathing as a whale breaths
melting fluidly into a dusk of light.
if we are very quiet,
we can hear the vast and empty crowing of the wind.