i sit here

(underwater)

find breath

watch the sediment drift

clear

sink

i feel the tides shift; the Moon’s tilt

the pull of currents above/within/beneath:

blood of the Earth;

deep sea Fire;

the friction

of pain pressurizing

bleeds vitality.

i lick y(our) wounds

make the pain clean

(weep, grieve, release)

(repeat)

(i said repeat)

from the footholds of The Break

i learn to see

you

(in me)

me

(in you)

(differently)

together

we reckon, we witness

we unravel

cleanse

(breathe)

reweave

here the Water makes holy

beckons the Serpent

devours dis-ease.

here the Salt purifies

(and the Oxygen is not depleting, is not screaming)

here we welcome the dark space

befriend it’s guardians, its sentries.

together

we change, resurface

(‘we go back!’)

to begin again:

worn by Water's memory.