everything makes sense.
My breath,
the light,the unimaginable quiet.
I am more myself
in the water than I am on land.A hilarious
evolutionary paradox
that prompts
a most knowing, Mona-Lisa-like smile,
on the lips of god
I suppose.
Because only There,
can my true self be my normal;can my body be my friend.
Is this a prayer,
I wonder?
Though an uncommon one at best.
One that makes
communion feel obvious
and understated
because the womb-like quality is so
superbly clichéd
and delicious.
Even my own embodied body
feels more itself;as it wriggles and twists
into its most animal-like fashion
across the sandy sea floor.
It's a virtually magical sensation,
as the streaming sunlight
shimmers against each molecule of water.
Though I've yet to meet a mermaid,
there is still no place
I'd rather be.
Perhaps I'll have to
to pray for that.
-Me
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