Water Woman
The ocean calls.
Pele summons.
The island beckons.
Sun, sea and surf
Over land, roads and turf.
We all go back to where we began.
To the womb.
Our mother god.
Nature.
Water is life.
The ocean represents our unconscious.
The deeper we go
The farther back in time
We travel
Into our psyche
We fear ourselves more then death.
So she guides us.
She senses our tension
And has us use it to float.
On the surface
Our mind drifting
Like a message in a bottle.
The wind in her face.
Greets her.
The sun on her back
Warms her.
And the water on her skin
Nurtures her.
The fish show her the way.
To Atlantis.
To Themyscira.
To home.
This is an archetypal poem about a friend of mine.
