Ocean of One

Last night

I found you in a dream

sitting,

waiting,

melancholy and hopeless

by the rocky shoreline.

I asked what was happening.

You answered,

“I’m waiting for the waves

to come get me.”

I stood staring at the wave-less

vastness

knowing that the ocean

doesn’t grab.

You have to be one with it.

“Darling, life doesn’t work that way.

You have to become

the water, waves, sand,

the sun, the moon, and the breath

that holds it together.”

I reached my hand down to you.

You grabbed it. You held me.

Together we melted

into the water….

and we

became

one

with

All.

Wave Girl

The flow of life,

as I have known,

has come and gone

shifting sand,

ground,

shells,

over and over

in the depth of an ocean floor.

I have come in gently,

and arrived with force,

to many shores

while slamming up against

rocks, boulders and debris.

There have been moments

of complete stillness

when the reflection of the sky

bounced off me

like a mirror projected from the heavens.

I have twisted, turned and twirled

in storms, hurricanes and typhoons,

but I have arrived

each time touching the margin of land

while briefly resting

and knowing I will be back shortly

since I am a girl dressed as a wave.