Back to the sea

I want to go back to the sea

where light and dark are one,

where I come from.

Back to sea waits and wiggles
where the will to be
(not greed) trumps right and wrong.

I would be a tiny fish, alive one marvelous moment

or a big one, snapping up the little.

The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.'

I will go to the deepest spaces,

listen to those sounds and find my wings

where they form.