Captured

The tip of my finger
rests on the surface
of frothing waters.
It is not enough.

I am compelled
to rest my palm
against the swelling
of the waves.
I am not satisfied.

I dive into the liquid
sparkling blue,
opening my eyes
to the new world around me.

If I were to drown
in the substance
of this sea,
it would be meaningless.

I have already drowned
in the mystery my captor
has induced through its waters.

I am forever held
inside this net,
looking out into the sea
and the wonder that
will be my home for eternity.

I am captured
without wanting to
ever be relinquished

Oh, sea,
How tighly you have
bound me with
these chains!