Bridget floated, unafraid.
Face up to the stars,
awed by skies too full 
of pinpricks of light to be
real.

The living ocean waving 
up and down, gently.
Slipping to her right.
Sliding to her left in the
dark.

Drifting now and yearning to
stay here and just sleep.
Shadows shift below
while feelings sink within her,
raw.

Beneath, her, thick-skinned and cold.
Tail moving slow, she’s
circling now, drawn by
forces long ingrained in her,
deep.

Within her ocean home, she’s
slipping to her right,
sliding to her left,
shallowing toward tasted scent,
raw.

Grinning now and yearning to
open jaws and feed,
shadows shift above.
Soulless eyes roll back, empty,
dark.

Bridget floated, released to
face welcoming stars.
Awed by skies too full
of pinpricks of light to be
real.