Waves crash and water crests
Upon my knees,
Wetting them, cooling them,
Aiding the breeze;

Which washes and crosses
The lines of my face,

Calming me, crade'ling me,
Calling my name,
Sending me, bringing me,
Over the seas;

And swirling and whirling
My thoughts out to space;

Splashing and drenching the
Ship of my mind,
Sailing, not failing, to
Survive the storms.

It floats and flies over
The deeps of my soul.

-Anne B. Caitlin