Water Born

I had lied too long in the ocean's wake,

watching

as grains of sand

slipped through

my fingers

While I, in vain, groped for shore,


Then,

One night as the full moon cast its potent shimmer

across the water,

shifting tides and changing courses,

Its energy, as well,

moved me.


I ride now instead on the crest of each wave,

Sometimes treading water to stay the course,

Sometimes floating gently to reach the shore,

But always ...

always in the current of life.