Flat on my back, floating. The night sky the colour of laughter. Arms stretched wide and the stars a map to nowhere. I’m floating. And the waves hold me up like a lover. The ocean as deep and dark and as silent as thinking. An abyss of thought below me. Layers of deep blue dreaming. Fish flicker. Whales sigh and roll. The moon is fat and full and fathomless. A glitter road in the darkened night. The kelp keeps time with the breath of the sea. And my eyes close. Submerged in cool, soft water. Borne alone without compass or meaning. Alone in the sea.
*still a fav. Thanks Michael Stipe.