Oath

One look into the ocean wind suffices

to become hostage again,

to the grip of melancholy.

Like a misplaced photo album,

disowned memories re-emerge

of those blue-tinted, incandescent days,

when galloping lions hurried triumphantly towards the shore,

diffusing into mist.

They serve as a reminder

of how I came to be,

of that day when I stumbled down into the sharp rocks

where crimson rivulets made a promise to the storm

and I was baptized by accident,

adopted against my will,

infused forever with the sadness of the sea.

Since then I carry the storm

like a bottle haunted by its bittersweet elixir,

infused into my pores,

distilled back into the mist,

carried,

by the wind.

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books

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