They tell us we’re made of bones and skin.
Of cells and blood and genes.
 
But what they mean to say is
that there is
stardust
in our veins,
and water
coursing through our body.
And so
our cells,
and our blood,
and our genes
swim through a galactical ocean.
 
And just like the vast deep chasm that is our seven seas,
we rise like the waves, and we
fall,
crash,
break,
hard.
Only to be swept up into the current once more.
 
So when we
poison,
taint,
bleach
our oceans,
we’re only holding the toxins to our very lips.
 
And yet while this vial is clutched in our hands,
so is the anecdote.
 
To save our
aquatic universe.
 
 
Like the waves that rise to meet the man on the moon,
we need to
come back home.