Flood

I lay quietly for many years
I feel something
My bed softens
I expand ever so slightly
With the increasing humidity
More now, stronger
The cool water flows over my dry brittle bones
I am lifted up
Traveling through the soft wet soil
I reach the top and gasp for air
I feel nothing, my lungs a memory
I remember.
I can see the world around me
I float by your children
I feel you watching me
No longer trapped by pine and dirt
I know that is where I belong
I reach out, feel nothing
I go where the current takes me
I rest when she rests
I have a new home
Only after my identity is gone
No one will ever know the life I lived
The ocean was my home
I tasted that today.