The Ocean Welcomes Me Back

She knows me.

Though, I haven’t seen

All that she is…..

All her anger and angst

Frozen at times, treacherous.

I know her

From the safety of my footing.

She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled

Not by ebb, but by longing

A craving for our meeting.

She allows me to see her.

I am but painted doll

Easily tripped into a fall.

We are cyclic, together.

Friends as we are

 

I see her placid face

Fierce, reflecting sky.

Her cheeks aged, rippled

As they were at the beginning.

She’s my crone

My witch of calm

Curled slightly

With wavy hair

Rebelling,,,,,

The straightening of her tides.

Her voice, mesmerized magnetic

To my metal ears.

Grounded by emotion

She nudges me

To a rhythm depth tone.

My womb vibrates

With her motion

At the same time

I am her birth.

 

Her movement is mine

I am she, like her,

The invertebrate

With liquid body

Skin of whatever color

You wish to call me

We are deep in wrappings

Around dense mineral

Earthen cultrate creatures

Terrestrial mud makers

That simple creation act

Pottery, clay, and figure

Shaped by moisture

Solidified by solar storm.

 

I feel like she is forever

Whose depths

I know by kindred.

We raise our spirits

(For me, this once)

To mist and cloud

Transform, evaporate

Until our salt

Is yanked from our souls

And we fall

To new fawns

of phosphorescence

 

 

If I were to say

“Listen to her”

You would have

Already heard

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73 Responses to The Ocean Welcomes Me Back

  1. mangoparfait says:

    Just found you and this is beautiful, intense and embracing 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. God. God. God. God. God. You brought tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat. You know the ocean as I do. Seriously. That You captured that in words. God. Thank You. Beautiful is not enough.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. I’m heading to Rockaway Beach Sunday. A week of heaven.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. “Earthen cultrate creatures . . . Solidified by solar storm.”
    I love these lines so, so much. Interesting poetry!

    Like

  5. I can not like this enough. Love. Love. Love.

    Liked by 2 people

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