Oh! All of these people. You’re crowding
me in. And I’m getting dirty. Go back
on land. Dry off. Lie in the sun for a while.
I’ll work. I know I remind
you of the womb. But, please, ask for
my permission before you enter. Don’t just dive in.
That upsets my equilibrium. Pay more attention
to me. I’m deep. Respect me.
I have a lot of work to do. I take in those rivers, the ice from
up north and way down south. I have to contend with
dredging and steel platforms. Iron birds dump on me,
and the wind carries odours from all directions. People even
drop debris overboard. You’re lucky I’m so patient.
Lucky I’ve been around so long.
Splash and play. Dive? When you come in,
thank me for keeping you afloat. Thank me.