My daughter plays with my mother the ocean,
Bellows breath her face and wash her feet
Lay sunk within the grey sheen slate
Imparted by repealed agate -
Embrace, retreat,
Suspend, repeat.
Her smiling lips turn curves like the surface,
Her smiling eyes drops leaping above,
Her mouth agape eats wind like a mallow,
Her arms spread open in a symbol of love.

We paddle our nascent course together
Exposed to the force of the world,
Revived in the jaws of a spirited bay
With its tongue unfurled.