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


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

89 Comments on “The Ocean Welcomes Me Back

  1. “Not by ebb, but by longing…” And what a difference that makes, the latter ironically being so much more powerful.

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  2. A swirl of yin and yang chasing each other’s tails, that’s the picture you put in my mind, Elan. I returned over and over to these lines: “My womb vibrates / With her motion / At the same time / I am her birth.” Esoteric, yet grounded. 🙂

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  3. You’re talking about Oregon’s Rockaway Beach? My father and mother used to rent a beach house there in the summer. I can still see myself on my 5th birthday running around on the beach with a paper crown on colored with crayons.

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  4. 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.

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  5. She pulls me… the longing, my womb vibrates with her motion…. you put to words so eloquently what I have felt, along with her joyful caress.


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