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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