On The Remembrance Of The Ocean

On The Remembrance Of The Ocean

From the raw inanimate dusts of stars,

flung in the cosmic centrifuge,

we came to riot the waters,

and game the survival roulettes of the Great Wet Nurse,

~ Gaia Mother Ocean~

Whose natal water broke the brines of life into a billion forms,

where we, of recent vintage, quasi motile,

were born and borne again on deep haloclines,

and wind gusted surface currents,

and swaddled among Sargasso fronds,

and carried out onto the fleshen banks,

1/2 motile, 1/2 nascent quadruped,

to slither into the shore side grasses,

soon to haunt the misted swales of Gondwana,

where the humus, the loams and the peet muskegs,

fed the great seas of grass and forests ,

hip to hip spanning the continents,

becoming us upright, transfixed with flint-stone and fire,

then soon thereafter forgetting ourselves,

and the sea borne brines of our Aborigine.

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To remember again, must we all go back to the shore?,

past the garden even, to where the waves break,

to the first unsteady ground we ever trod upon,

feeling the pull of gravity to the center of Gaia,

to look long and longingly to the horizon,

to listen for the Great Wet Nurse singing to us again,

the natal hymn shimmering in the night brines, the bioluminescence,

the clarion arias from the Humpback Whale,

… and the stilled hushes of the sea growing ever more silent of life, specie by specie,

shall we all sing a resistance anthem in unison with the whale and the wolf?

a deep song of remembrance calling out our own Aborigine?

Shall We?

or prepare ourselves to slip into the littoral shallows,

past the lambent play of light,

mottling across the lifeless shoals,

pulled by the Moon and the Milky Way,

tugging us again,

past the calcareous barrens of coral reefs?

~coda~

How fitting, yet sad,

these sentient human dusts,

once animate and self aware,

to never again behold this spangling of stars,

or even remember the whale lullabies of the sea

this all too fleeting cameo,

star bound again.