Just once I want to let the Ocean currents carry me where they will.
I want to say yes to the dove-mothering saltwater hands that seem to know everything
about everything.
I want to be a welcomed citizen there,
belonging to her body again.
I have swam with her many times
but only surrendered a few times,
when I was alone
and a storm came up quickly,
her deep arms pulling at me, spraying wave-crest vapors in my mouth, struggling to breathe.
Then her Sea Lion children visited me,
“are you ok?” her eyes said.
“I am beautiful, are you - cousin - beautiful too?”
I am now, beautiful with you, but only for this moment.
Ocean is writing so many stories with her body,
twirling them, entwining them,
adorning Kelp forests with mica confetti,
birthing Sea Horses, pod Whales and ribbon-thin glass Eels waiting to see what they can make of this world.
She is the dancer before dance
the mother before all mothers.
Sometimes, when you see me walking, I am really with her,
salted fingers scraping away the dirt knowledge my ancestors worked so hard to win,
bringing me back to the life that doesn’t end, but renews.
Just once I want to give my life to the Ocean currents,
and trust.
