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Robert McMahon Mar 2021
I was found by a mermaid at the edge of the sea, mysterious and beautiful, she sang to me.

She sang to me of life with her breath. She sang of the dark, and cold, life,  and death.

She sang of the  creatures that move through the oceans. Of sharks and squid and much smaller commotion . She sang of the whales and their  graceful motions.

She sang of the undersea currents that keep them alive, and the life and death struggle that surrounds their lives.

She sang of the monsters in the very great depth, to venture there is courting death.

She sang of the people who live in the deep, with love and tenderness, in her heart they keep.

Their lives are not easy,  every day is a struggle. To live, and love, and stay out of trouble.

I sang to her of our world, of political strife, of crime and racism, the American life. The loss of resources, of global warming, unending war, and so much more.

But sang to her also, of forests and trees, a day by a lake, a cool mountain breeze.I sang of great mountains that touched the sky, of rain and snow that blinds the eye. I sang of vast deserts , miles of sand. I sang to her as I took her hand.

I sang to her the whole day through, of great creatures that we have too, of gentle giants, and the insect world.

I sang through the night of the wonders we see, skyscrapers, airplanes, ships on the sea.

We marveled that  were almost the same, the things that separate us are nothing but shame.

We're not so very different above water and below. Life has meaning, and we go with the flow. Whether sharks or debtors we all have our foe. One bad step is the end of what we know.

We fell in love blindly, this creature and me, a love so profane we knew it couldn't be. A decision was made between us that night we would part as lovers without a fight.

As quickly as she arrived,  she left with no sound, no moral to her song was given, nor found.

— The End —