A poem

I’m leaving the sea tomorrow because I think I can.
Been here for ages, it’s time for a change.
Of course, there will be worries and fears,
what to eat, and the loneliness of being first.
But I think I’m well equipped, I have everything I need.
If it doesn’t work out I can always return.
Myself and others have been preparing for a long time,
Aeons really
No one’s managed to go permanently before
But I’ve had a few trial runs over the years.
The climate’s right, the challenge beckons,
a brave new world, no time for tears
Right, let’s see; final check of all the gear.
Yep, fins strong enough to support my weight,
A new-fangled lung in case the gills don’t work.
Say goodbye to my fishy friends, and I’m off!