Sea

By Glafira Soldatova

once I read

that

one small island state

amended the constitution

to protect its statehood

should its territory disappear

people imagine

their future

by taking control

of their present

the sea rises and rises and rises

black lines on a map

become dashed lines on a map

then succumb

to the blue

the sea was my pillow

I dreamed

of the country

where land is pulled out from the water

I tiptoe on the palms

of the city

canals

sea

everything is even here

everything is alive here

the sea comes closer and closer and closer

cuddling the land

I wave you standing on a floodplain

you wave the wave

the sea is keeping us apart

a melting pot melts into the sea

driftwood drifts nowhere

I want it all to stop

I am the future of some country

I am no future of no country