Salty Passage

A noetic monologue in the sea

Anthi Psomiadou
Jun 28 · 3 min read

Well, here I am, you salty healer.
My lips taste like you again.
Do I swim in you, or you are in me?
Sometimes I stand somewhere between.
I came today to listen to your music;
my ears send it to the brain from below your surface.
It has similarities with the one I catch from above;
that great melody composed by the globes.
That’s why when I wholly dive into you,
I sense that your bottom…