Creator Ocean

Creator ocean,
is it in
your constant swell
that you fashion
the crust on which
we both
have breath?
Is there will
in your relentless surge
combining
force of wave
and roll
to pound
and smoothe
land into being?
And I —
standing as audience
to your flex
and billow —
am I not formed
by awe,
by consideration
that I, too,
am relentlessly
moved by (e)motion
to create
upon this shell,
to pound,
until fashioned,
either thing
or self?
Yet,
what of those
who call
your primordia
“beginning”
and origin of all?
Standing
in your presence,
I sense us
surge
within the power
of greater forces.
Some say moon,
wind,
and earth
shake you.
Some say selfhood
and drive
form me.
Creator ocean,
are we simply
mighty children,
patterning
after the mind
that gave us spark
to move?
And there you pound and form,
creator sister,
As will I.
