Do not presume to know a woman
If you do not know the sea
Endless activity even in stillness
Grooming the shore, combing out
The tendrils of seaweeds
Seeking out the vulnerability of the shoreline
Giving life and taking it away.

The colors of her moods shift and change
Blue with calm lucidity, slate grey in her despair
A deep green with steady purpose, frothy white with agitation
She bears the conscious endeavors of man
On the tossing form of her unconsciousness
Briefly trysting, again the only wedding
That can be consummated at the bottom of the sea.

She is bound in her rhythm to the waxing and waning
Of her lunar nature. She loves and then abandons,
Her progeny strung within a shimmering placenta
Along miles of shoreline teeming with life
Quivering in tidal pools, and numberless among grains of sand.

Do not presume to know a woman
If you do not know the sea.
You must surrender heart and soul in her embrace
Plunge naked into the depths of being and formlessness
Ride the surge of emotion and merge
With the changing nature of your fate.

Louise Dery-Wells July 2009

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