Here I am.

Still.

Trembling.

Standing at the edge of the ocean.

Toes sinking into wet sand,

the deep horizon beckoning.

Inky clouds on softest pink.

Distant waves gently topped

with threads of golden foam.

I know I can swim,

stretch out my limbs

into the receptive water,

trust myself to Her mystery.

And yet.

At this moment.

I hesitate.

Caught between the sand,

and the shimmering depths of

the wide open sea.

I’m waiting,

I think.

To catch my breath before I plunge.

Step by tender step.

Feeling the chill of the water

touching my ankles

as the waves wash

onto the shore.

Her footprints before me.

fill with beach foam,

as I reach out to follow

Her home.