Riding on the crest of waves, 

the strength of the water’s edge 

carrying me forward in a buoyant manner 

keeps me feeling safe and a little wonderful. 

I imagine every ripple my body delivers 

might help someone else 

along the way, 

we’re all at sea 

in one period of life or another. 

If I might now rest my limbs

let the mystery keep me wandering, 

so that I might always have a choice 

rather than a result. 

To be borne in a sweet pool of nature, 

might I travel.