Ingo

I decided long ago
Not to go to Ingo.
Where, deep beneath the pale green sea
All is wild and bold and free.

I decided long ago
Not to stray near Ingo.
Where the Mer surf currents strong
And the day is short, but also long.

I decided long ago
Not to talk of Ingo.
Where secrets lie buried in the sand
And all is allowed, except for land.

I decided long ago
Not to think of Ingo.
Lest I heard the Mermen cry,
“Come to us. Leave the Sky.”