One With The Ocean Poem by Ayni Poet

Ice cubes floating on the field of water
As cotton on a sea of grass,
Hurting each other in their reckless drift
Edge upon edge,
Attempting to keep their pearly sides
Polished and even,
Away from the sticky salt.

Mastering to struggle not to get wet
Their movements are tights
Their shields are easy to break,
Why don't they abandon themselves
To that one warm longing each has
In their frozen cores,
To melt as ice and turn into
Wet salt?