Ocean Dance

Once… 

long ago, or far from now 

there was or will be a couple who dance/d on the endless oceans of a planet we call Neptune. 

They don’t call it as such, they simply call it home. 

They wander across the waves of their home 

generating 

with their bodies 

what will or could have been the necessary elements for human habitation of this planet. 

Perhaps sent by aliens 

ancient humans 

perhaps sent by future humans. 

They are the catalysts for a new world, however; 

they failed 

or will do so. 

Not because they themselves are not sufficient 

in the terraforming of this planet, rather because 

they are all there is, and 

they are okay with that. 

They move about on this world 

yes 

gliding over waves as a surfer might 

changing as much as they can in the air 

changing as much in the water too. 

They 

(by their mere presence) 

created landforms from this water, altering its atomic structure 

from the water we see Neptune as 

to the land they created 

or will. 

Creating islands when they stayed in one place for too long 

although of course this was the plan all along. 

Sent by whomever they were sent by. 

They stand upon their water world 

staring into each other 

their bodies conduits for the elements 

ever so slowly altering the atmosphere of the planet into one suitable for humans 

for their children 

should they choose to have any. 

They speak of their ambitions 

their dreams and nightmares 

though they no longer sleep. 

They can rest 

unnecessary for the god-like beings they became for this mission 

but so normal for what beings they initially were. 

They wave a hand 

and create a seat in this monstrous ocean of their home 

they sit and stare into the heavy atmosphere 

too full to see the stars. 

After some time, they grew to love one another in a new way; 

they found that they could spend 

days 

weeks 

years in some cases 

apart, and 

when they once again find each other 

they will wave their hands 

and sit and talk as if nothing has changed. 

Never growing tired of each other 

never understanding why 

they never really die these two gods. 

Up there on Neptune 

they stir the oceans 

they stir the atmosphere 

they sit and they speak. 

Should we ever venture back there 

or venture there at all 

they will be there 

for though they did not succeed in their given mission 

they succeeded in one of their own design; 

finding a way of life no other being will ever appreciate 

a simple life with one other person 

the roaring ocean of Neptune in their ear 

the ever-blurry sky fading into the water they dance on.