Turmoil of birth

I'm drawn to the ocean at any time of year to do nothing but stand at and walk along the water's edge, feeling that I've come home. The oceans can be overwhelmingly malevolent. But it's from the oceans that land creatures emerged eons ago. I've been caught in its tides, tumbled like a weed in its waves, both chilled and warmed by the water, and always I've been been spit back out upon the shore's sand, delivered jarringly once again to live on land.

© 2007 George J. Bancroft Sr.