Someone told me once
that God is in the ocean.
“If God is anywhere, it’s there.”
And so I know, God is a woman.
Consider
the dive under—
the shimmering blue carrying you
you, curled and naked,
stretched and kicking,
the rising and falling of waves
like slow, heavy footsteps,
the anticipation of up
and down you move
in your cocoon,
it goes and you go too,
and the sun rays are fingertips
tracing your outline
from somewhere outside
they love you.
And you come up and you’re out
when you choose,
and you’re half it and half you,
and air is for breathing,
and all is for seeing
and new—and
by God, are you not reborn?
This article appears in March 2014.
