Thalassa, Goddess of the Sea

Thalassa, Goddess of the Sea

She was pushed out into the world like water.

Skin pink and eyes squinted,

gurgling confidently and lustily,

eyes like the sea on a clear day,

her sight still unfocused,

yet this small being is:

living, breathing, possibility.

Life ahead of her like an endless river.

A beautiful little nymph,

saturated in hope.

Grown now but smaller than at birth,

Skin translucent and eyes dim,

her voice is shielded and diluted,

eyes sunken in like a deep and endless well,

Her sight so focused.

She sees only that she is

swallowed up in aching.

Life ahead of her feels like an insignificant ripple in a vast sea.

Her oceanic face,

riding the swells of unquieted grief.

Oh Thalassa!

Daughter of hidden aqueducts and eternal natural springs.

My cupped hand, water dripping between fingers,

trying to capture enough liquid

to fill you,

to heal you,

to keep you alive,

until you can keep yourself alive.

Take just a sip...