Put the first word for Earth

back on our tongues,

the one from our universal language

all living things know

but do not recall.

 

This night water is that collective unconscious

where some guide by their own light,

aquatic lanterns in siren schools.

 

Sonar travels in depths of quiet

sending sound out as a presence to feel.

 

Surviving the abominable can take us that far,

every cell bouncing with connections

yet learning stillness as squid ink

and manta stealth.

 

Before a war torn background

carry a gold coy in a perfect white bowl

and wade into the shore.

 

How submergence like baptismal

returns gills and fins to themselves.

 

It is the gift of a world presented

as if to a daughter or mother.

 

It is a loved one's offering

of Spanish remembrance coursing again

through aortas regenerative with generations of old.

 

Taste this saline cleansing as tears.

Here is the alpha and omega song

in the ears of eternity cradling creation

 

always as newborn.