The night grabs me and rolls me in the dark –
And in my soul leaves an eternal mark –
The sea sings in my salty blood so strong,
And ties me thus to evolution’s song,
With us all for aeons long.
I hear my pulse within a seashell’s curl –
Comes and goes,
Entrapped within a nautilus’ whirl –
The highs and lows,
I hear my heart beat out its steady thrum,
My lifeblood’s depths the shell does plumb,
A tidal tow,
Of many parts we are the sum.
And in the night I also am with you –
Entwined to last,
This unabating, roiling tide of two –
The swell of you, and on your skin sweet brine,
The pulse of you, matching well with mine,
You and Me,
Depth of We,
This is the eternal sign.
©Erina Booker 2015
(From ‘Between the Layers’, Erina Booker 2013)