To the Ocean

Let me watch your gentle waves as they wet the sand.
Your foaming surf is glistening silver in sunlight.
As you wash the shore so you wear away all the traces
Of debris: old driftwood, rubbish you dropped here before.
What you have given regained, then given once more.

Softly kissing your cold under-current
My spirit escapes and swims in your shoals.
No liberty compares to leaving the land;
All worries are forgotten, washed clean by your waters.
Let me drown in your calming depths, be your unborn daughter.