I never learned to swim
Or to float even
How to make my body slack like cooked spaghetti
Buoyed by salt and trust
How to have the kind of jellyfish attachments
That entangle completely, stun and burn
But release after the sting
No one told me that if I feel a current
Strong enough to make my knees buckle
To turn–against all my natural instincts–toward it
Relaxing into the fearful, beckoning abyss
To believe that the relentless wisdom of the ancient sea
Knows how to return with the evening tide
Every shell you ever held to your ear
Longing to hear love
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This is beautiful!