Deep breath
Inhale salt spray
Scan swells, stretch shoulders
Time the set
Plunge into the crashing waves
Return to source of everything
To where that first fish slithered onto the beach gasping for air
Where that first single-celled amoeba divided,
Setting off evolutionary chain that led to this moment.
Settle into rhythm of stroke,
Breath
Stroke
Breath
Stroke…
Until movement and breath fade into unconscious flow
Flowing through primordial womb of all life on this planet, waves crashing, splashing face until the break fades behind and the open ocean opens my mind to encompass all life, dancing to gentle tidal rhythm
Swimming through the sea
As if it was the infinite, the physical transfers to mental, to spiritual and back again, all to the rhythm of tidal swells and…
Breath
Stroke
Breath
Stroke…
Out to the edge of the bay and back again, return back into physical and time sets back to the shore
Slide out of that salty womb to stand back on sand,
Turn to face the majesty with a nod of gratitude and one more…
Deep breath
Inhale salt spray
This is how I pray
Love the tranquility of this poem. I find this type of reverence to the natural world and method of prayer relatable.