Cradled in a tide pool,
I think, sleep, then dream;
commune with distant memories.
Pressure overwhelms -
I become the sea that holds me
and cannot be confined.
Defying nature's rhythm,
I break early from the womb;
a flood eager for release.
God's breath - my first epiphany!
I am not the endless ocean...
just another wave resurfacing.
Another Wave
