Olólùfẹ́ Omi

(The One the Water Loves)

It coils in silence, neither serpent nor fish,

but something the sea once dreamt and never let go.

Tendrils shimmer like a whisper,

carving soft echoes through the deep.

You do not chase it. You wait.

For the water to ripple.

For the story to begin.

For the Spirit to return.