I walk to your edge, where the heavens kiss the horizon and I stare into the blazing glass reflected light of it’s creation. I am no more a prisoner than an angel, no more of earth than ethereal nature. A whisper of impact sweeps beneath my feet and knees buckle as I fall into you.
I find myself drawn to the breakers. Grit in my teeth, salt in my eyes. Warmth surrounds in the womb of this undercurrent as I’m cast deeper into the force that moves this great body. My eyes raise to the rapid approaching now above my head, knowing if I resist its power I will surely drown. All of me softens and I can’t help but leap into it, directly into the beast swallowing me whole.
Within it, all grows silent with a roar and I am consumed. Blackened, yielding breath, I become the whale and the unborn child. Tousled in the belly of what is beyond me and of me. There is nothing I can do. There is nothing I can do. I let it carry me. I let it take me and give myself willingly.