Poem: Primordial

We give birth in the ocean,
submerging our selves in the salt sea,
bellies round to bursting
fetal life stirred
like gentle lilies on a millpond
now tossed tempestuous
by waves through membranes,
dancing the drowning man’s steps.
We sink your beginning into the starry night,
catch you spinning before the deep
so the first breath you share with the gulls
and the quiet weeping of tidepools.
Be wild in my arms, small ocean,
I will answer your cries with song.