A yearning, profound, unspoken,  

To return to our place of origin,  

Back to the womb-wet, womb-dark  

Womb-silence  

Or some deep ancestral longing  

For homecoming  

To be subsumed  

In the arms of the life-mother  

In the rise and fall of tides  

In the half-life of a breath  

In the green secret places in the water  

In the cadence of a phrase  

So deeply held  

So sacred  

So perfect  

(written by the unknown swimmer)