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Thursday, June 15, 2019
The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com MICHIGAN IN COLOR

Poem: Mother of the sea, of all living and nonliving things

ANA MARIA SANCHEZ-CASTILLO
MiC Senior Editor

I imagine her waves, before I enter 
like hands softly caressing the sand of the shore 
They ease their way towards my feet 
And we meet each other halfway 
Halfway between 
serenity and death 

The balance of 
Delicious paradise and ominosis danger 
Of which the ocean encompasses 

Reminding me that in this part of the world we experience pain 
when we need to 
Sometimes it does not make sense, but everything is not meant to 
These forces, like us, have the control to make integral decisions 
about what is and what is not 

There comes a point, a point of surrender 
Where this larger strength teaches you it can bare more than you 
And you mustw let it 

I sink further into this notion 
Into her motion
and it all begins to feel more like breathing

She builds her waves with an inhale scooping me onto her 
tongue 
It is possible that with this momentum she may swallow me 
whole 
But her exhale pushes me in the direction of the shore
where she relinquishes all that does not serve her 

Today she pulls me in more then pushes me out 
And keeps me balanced in the warmth of her mouth 

I sing to her my gratitude
sometimes a hum 
sometimes the sum of all her power
For this she sings back in the music of fluidity 

like a child, a baby of which she adores
she cradles me and rocks me melodically 
Like a whispered soft song 

I learn she is as grateful for me as I of her

Courtesy of JOANNA KOSINSKA vis UNSPLASH

