"Water Babies"

Warmth rolls over me like liquid velvet.

My moves are fluid and sure.

I have learned to manipulate the currents -

a twist here, a turn there, when I feel the need to move ahead.

The Sea is my protector, my faithful confidante,

my friend - who gives me life and a watery bed.

She holds me in her hand -

my destiny at her frivolous whim,

should she decide to give me up.

I break the surface, often -

out of idle curiosity,

out of a need to reinforce the belief

that I am one of the lucky ones -

one of those who

calls the sea my home.

I find the safety I seek in her arms -

solace from those who have no choice;

from those who must dwell above the rim -

there, in sadness, on the face of the land.

For they know not the depths,

nor the challenge to ride the waves,

or the tender kiss of morning light from an ocean's dawn.

I have tasted the life of the sea;

I have rolled her wealth across my tongue

and savored the richness of her bounty.

I am her child, her follower,

her devoted Disciple of Light.

I am the Spirit of the Water,

ardent companion to all who know me.…