La Mer

The sea engulfs me,

a foamy embrace that lathers me whole,

brings me to my knees,

tumbles me around,

and I, like glass, am polished and cut so that 

my sharp edges are softened,

my surface is obscured, my clarity is protected.

The sea encloses me with an acoustic embrace,

lulls me to sleep with constancy

and brings me down to the depths of dreams.

I am stilled, while floating on its surface

and being tossed about like driftwood.

I am pacified by the roar and boundless horizon.

I am brought to awe by its life and mother-like-womb,

I am borne alive, aloft, by an unending flow.

The salt assaults my nostrils,

a sharp tang brings my insides to life.

Mist graces the tops of a foamy surface,

a deceptively still flow amongst the tumble of surf.

The danger in the rip and drag current 

can't be immediately seen, but is felt now.

The ocean is demanding in its mood.

Bury me here, amongst the waves,

So that I can be embraced by the continuum
of the incoming life.