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)