Communion at Goat Rock Beach

I stood at the verge, arms lifted; invocation. Waves rocked the beach, jolting esoteric memories, spun deep inside my nucleotides. I danced a benediction, shrouded in a late winter fog. The only sound percussion; shoreline and heart. Out beyond the breakers, a sea lion keenly watched. He marveled at my movement, remembered my archaic thoughts. I honored his majesty with my flowing oblation.

Goat Rock Beach - Sonoma Coast, CA. 2009

I danced

across pristine shores

of primordial seas,

where we were one,

and life was young

lost in memories not my own,

traversing cosmos, time,

ancestral blood.

Spinning dunes in and out

of spirals, crossing shifting lines

of foam and brine,

impressions in the sand

and mind

pulsing rhythm,

heartbeat surf

I danced

into ebbing waves

of breathlessness,

pulse racing,

thoughts retracing

ancient paths.

The shining lion slipped

beneath the sea,

as an ancient cosmic thread

unwound.

I spun

down

reconciled,

the universe having danced

its prayer through me.

© 2006