Tubing

Today, 

they pulled 

a body 

from the lake 

as my children 

shrieked their glee 

from behind 

a boat. 

Water 

is always 

this way- 

teeming 

with life 

and death. 

Like fire

Like politics

Like love. 

Sea

Sea, she is here: 

tendrils 

gently waving 

across her back,

ripples around 

twin indentations.

See, she calls you:

beckons 

as she inches closer, 

then retreats, 

taking with her what you 

did not want to give. 

See, feel her power,

watch her 

grow dark and angry, 

furiously violent,

ripping away 

all you thought was firm.

See, let her soothe you,

rocking you 

as your own mother did, 

shhhhhh...

cradling you 

in her arms