A Poem: Afloat

The seaweed moves with the sea.

Limp it has no sturdy stem to keep it upright,

and instead

moves like a dancer might


arch her back,

unfolding from the arm of her partner.

Giving him all her weight.


The seaweed moves with the current.


Yet holds on, adheres herself

to lightly float, like the tree roots itself in,

waves in the wind.


The seaweed moves with the current,

that standing we feel the tide’s weight.

Make ourselves limp,

unfold, and let the sea, in its surety

choose direction

as dancers release and embrace.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
November 2020


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