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.