A Baptism

I have heard your voice rumble
from within the mountains;
when holding hands
in the all but darkness,
we stumbled upon each other.

I have felt each wave crash
into the cracks I hide
and spill the excess over crannies
into a pool awaiting.

I have felt the soft sinking
of my feet in sand,
each foot cradled in the froth.

And the cormorants disturbed
from their meditations by our coming,
flying lonesome into spray from some long time ago in Eden.

I have taken off my clothes as burdens
and flaked out of so many skins,
I’ve lost the counting –
tumbled breathless into water.

I have watched my skin appearing
covered in the ocean’s fluid,
skin so raw from being born,
I can hardly recognise myself, do you?

God you are pounding your words onto
my shields I’ve tried so hard to keep around me.

I’m not sure how to find myself again
and yet I’m trying.

Naked was the way I came,
naked is the way you find me now.

I’m done with trying;
don’t give up speaking to me through the noise or silence,
I’ve broken past the wall and cannot give up now.