She labours me through the estuary
I am baptised in her glittering macrocosm
Lapping against my ears, she holds me in gentle matriarchy
Her kiss flushes rouge to my cheek
She cleans me in brine
My weightless body in hers
Tension taken by her veins
As driftwood to other shores
Submerged in the motion of her arms
I am cast away by swelling rage
Tugged and tumbling spume
Subsides to confounding grace
We gravitate in tidal moods of love and distrust
Meeting on moonlit banks and porous rock
Coastlines succumb to the constant cycles
Reclaimed by maternal prophecy