O Deepest One,
I swim in the sea of you.
You, one ocean, spreading around the globe,
hold me. I am one in you.
If I swim, what next I will touch is Portugal.
Or, if I drift right, Brazil. Or Australia.
Nothing between me and Angola but you.
I float in your deep green mystery.
I look down into your unknowableness.
I give all of my tiny self to your infinity.
I float in you. You hold me.
This, the meeting of sea and sky,
ocean and land,
water and blood,
this thin edge,
in the meeting, the touching.
I cross over, sinking under.
I am a sea creature, I am sea.
I walk up the shore,
birthed, bathed, breathing.
August 25, 2020