My body remembers

What it is to be cradled

When I close my eyes

I see that world – dimmed and blurred

Filled with no more

Than the timing of each breath

My body remembers

The chill against my limbs

Before the blood warms

And the muscles fire

My mind can see morning mist

Hugging the water’s surface

Before the sun reaches us

My body remembers

Returning home

To be enfolded in depths

My body remembers

Water ~ Caroline A. Slee