Descent Into Water

I.
Slow as ice melts, I travel down.
Relieved to touch solid ground again
after so long in the clouds.

Condensation-slickened soul.
Born of the dark—
womb my shelter,
the space to root,
multiply,
and birth.

II.
Currents and tides push and pull me
against the grain.

Sparkle-rusted skin
and silken tresses,
consumed by the moon’s melody
played out in waves.

III.
Mariana’s trench—
I go within.

Spacious becoming.
Watery grave.

Gently stripped of weight,
floating up to the surface,
cleansed.

Moonlight Spiritus