Primal Connection Poem by Erika Horn

Primal Connection


The sea
is inexorably so:
Anglo Saxons called it
Whale's Path
S'ssh Sssh Sssssh Shhhh
Sea shells sound
In our ears
Ssshhuh Ssshuuuh Ssshhuh
As if forever
had no name
Now
or millennia from now
Expanding / contracting
vistas of water
Always the same as before /
after
You and I
live our little lives
Primordial ooze and
slime of us
Drifting seaweed
towards oceans
Are we
in rotations of waves
Caught in staunch spirals
of waves' tresses
Dreaming of water's pull
on us
Submerged / leaning
towards the sea
Addicted to walking
on water
Like sailors and Christ
fish symbolized
Nine tenths water of
our born bodies
Nine tenths brine of
our mermaid souls
Our tears and sweat relate
to the sea
In deserts we search for
oases of water
Consign our ashes /
at the last
To rest in the sea's /
vast liquidities
Liberated and libertines
We dance / celebrate
drink / sing water,
Reptiles / crustaceans / amphibians
metamorphosed in warm blooded
Animals with sea's gleam
in their eyes.
At dawn
we see our spirits rise:
Vapor on water /
fog on the sea.