The ocean tossed and reared like an uneasy sleeper, rising and falling,
And the kimeti was plucked from the shoreline as easily and tenderly as a falling autumn leaf from a tree.
He watched from beneath the waves as the sky rolled and broke,
and found that he no longer needed to hold his breath against the pressing water.
Placing his feet against the churning surface, he stood and looked down into the tide,
the currents gently tugged at his fur as he watched the world under the waves.
When he blinked, he was staring across a flat expanse between the fringes of the swamp and the endless ocean
and salty water rushed around his legs.
