Lost Land

It’s no fun living in Atlantis

Despite what poets claim.

Crustacians pick on you constantly

And only sharks smile back.

Mermaids entice you

With dreams of rescue;

Wrecks make you sad.

The Titanic’s a deep-sea disco,

The Marie Celeste is a pub:

You can dance with some starfish forever

Or drown on a pint.

Back home, on my water bed

I lie, counting fish.

Mystery surrounds us,

Submerged in a myth.

I dream of land constantly

But can never go back.