Poets corner: Ocean Love


By Robert MacLean

We walk in a daze of unconscious assumptions

Oblivious of Divinity, assured of some whiteblack doom.

We walk in projections, in mazes of our own making

Separate from knowing our ocean origins —

Those first miracle swims in Her aquatic womb.

This gift given in blue and red-green time

Carries our bodies’ blood, in ocean brine.

These gifts given in eternal time

Carry our Body’s blood … in ocean brine.

Robert MacLean is a writing drummer and ocean swim coach who loves the ocean and the ways its diversity demonstrates the unity of unconditional love.