The Place Where We Begin

the waves are many
things not the least of which
crashing.

ab·stract (n.) reincarnate in skin rough
as mine was
[last time]
seems I mistook water for fire
in light of such folly
even drowning is possible
even surviving.

 so the water birth
that becomes me
[like the color blue becomes me]
has no respect for something as ancient
as skin.

and I marvel that amidst oceans
there is no Spring.