Communion at Goat Rock Beach

I stood
at the verge, arms lifted
in invocation.
Waves rocked the beach, jolting
esoteric memories,
spun deep
inside my nucleotides

I danced
a benediction,
shrouded
in late winter fog.
The only sound
was percussion
of shoreline and heart.

Out beyond the breakers,
a sea lion keenly watched.
He marveled at my movement,
remembered my archaic thoughts.
I honored his majesty
with flowing oblation.

I danced
pouring over shores
of primordial seas,
where we were one,
and life was young
lost in memories not my own,
traversing cosmos, time,
ancestral blood.

Spinning dunes in and out
of spirals, crossing shifting lines
of foam and brine,
impressions in the sand
and mind
pulsing rhythm,
heartbeat surf

I danced
into ebbing waves
of breathlessness,
pulse racing,
thoughts retracing
ancient paths.
The shining lion slipped
beneath the sea,
as an ancient cosmic thread
unwound.

I spun
down
reconciled,
the universe having danced
its prayer through me.