Process Note #4


from whence do I come, and how, and whither?
I come from the sea.

stretching tall and wide
I could touch both
the ground below
the sky above

rolling with the waves
held in the embrace of undertow
one day I was released onto your shore
tumbled onto coarse sand

thick of limb
soft of heart
I wander heavily through your world
leaving my deep imprint wherever I pass

I come from the sea
like your tears
of sorrow
of joy
I welcome them all
falling from your beautiful face

for they are the part of you
that is the same in me.

I came from the sea
for you.