birds in sunderland

jump over seaweed,
fall into sand,
i'm going to swim,
far away from this land,
ice numbs my feet,
clouds steal my heat,
determination posponed,
back onto the beach
i retreat,
the birds are abundant
my breath skipps a beat
i frolick
i float around like fish
i run along with the birds.
oh weather man
my freedom
you cannot defeat.

-mine