Floating
I float, face down, and allow the water to engulf my senses,
Until I am senseless, formless, nameless,
Until I am the sea.
Not the rush of a wave, but the slow ebb of the tide,
As I surrender that which makes me human.
I am on the precipice of drowning,
Only a breath stands between
My life and my extinction,
And this is when I propose my prayer.
I ask, in this moment of weakness,
For forgiveness. And for mercy.
I pray that the water will rinse away our sins,
Without washing away our island.
That it will continue to fill our cups,
Without tearing down our cliffs.
And then I turn, inhaling salty air,
Held between sea, and sky,
Between present and future.
I cannot know how the future will find us,
But, here, I am grateful for the sun,
Even as it burns down upon us.
And I am grateful for the ocean,
Even as it rises.
And that,
Might just be,
What saves us all.