Overseas

Anna Baker

I will be dancing in the sparkling air

of the ocean, wearing a dress as pale

as my palms that sweeps with the

movement of my bare feet the bubbles

of glitter which land in my flying hair

of silken seaweed.

The pristine string of pearls settled above

my brow will illuminate my face when my

eyelids fall so my mercury lips may

kiss the waves creating an echo of the

most beautiful underwater windchimes

to be heard.

I will lift my dancing arms, covered with

young shells, so that my hands may draw

the skies as I spin in a clear tint of blue --

as I spin -- as I spin the foam swallows me --

as I spin I am invisible to all the salty

creatures except the anemones who follow

my naked feet as I spin, I,

the Queen of the Aquacade.