homecoming
water was my first home.
for 9 months, i floated in a warm salty sea.
it
was
dark
& close
& loud.
lub-dub.
lub-dub.
lub-dub.
the steady rhythm of my mother’s heartbeat soothed me.
water was my first home.
whenever i am in the lake –
where watery arms cradle me,
where waves sing to me –
somewhere
deep
inside,
i remember.
Oh I love this poem very much.
Mmmmm. Happy to know that.
We do have a very intense emotional connection to water.
May your mind be at peace.
Thank you. It is. (Most of the time, at least.)
beautiful E.
Thank you.