Water-borne daughter

Born in a storm

Besides the banks of the Thames

Grand-daughter of the sea

Sailor's blood waves in me

Cruel fate raised me in a desert

cracked skin,

parched soul,

I ran to the sea,

San Diego 'n' me

Wet footprints in the sand

Sharp, salty tang in my nose

The water laps, laps at my skin

I drink you in.

But fate and jobs

led me back to the desert

where I wither, a sour grape

a hard raisin, unchewable

I just need water

for a sea-borne daughter

whose cells dry up

and flake away in the heat

of a desert day.