THE OCEAN

The ocean roars and the sky above

Breaks open and reveals the birds

That stayed hidden in its many layers.

Squeaking, screeching, calling us names –

They hid behind a mass of blue foam,

And now they are venturing out of the clouds

In easy, measured flights,

I have forgotten how to swim,

The ocean is getting wilder

And I get lost in its roaring waves.

The birds above screech –

There isn't land nearby.

My feet struggle against the stubborn waters

And I look around, look around, look around.

What is left of the world can be viewed

Through the corners of my eyes.

There is the roaring, stubborn ocean

And above that, a huge sky.

And dotted on it are birds

I cannot tell apart.