If I stood

On the end of the wooden plank

That we lay above the ocean

And I jumped from this little yellow boat

And I didn't struggle

And I didn't gasp from the cold

But I lay on my back like a starfish

And my limbs became cloudy like paint-water

And I let my tears and the sea just merge

And I let my dark hair synthesise with the black waves

And I got washed up on an island

And I found white sand

And peaches so pink they fall to the ground

And I sat in a little pool

With lilies for company

And sun-warmed water to surround me

And I drank from a hairy coconut

And I watched the sky turn gold

And I watched my old skin shed from my body

And I crawled away and built a home

With a bamboo-leaf hammock for comfort

And a shipwrecked-sail for a dress

And I taught myself to fish

And I learnt how stretch myself over the moon

So that little drops of me oozed onto my land

And made my plants grow

 

Would I be a god

Or just the loneliest of them all?