A poem about finding ourselves by going into the most fathomless depths.
Some of us name ourselves the
We crave our restlessness the way we do our lovers
Intense, and pearlescent
We nurture the search, knowing that
is found in the journey, and not in the arrival
that oceanic moment when home finds us, startled,
caught in mid-crest—
The journey was within, you see
Turns out there was no voyage, no expedition to mount
Home was the current we were riding all along
Every wave who individuates
and sinks back into the sea
Though we kept crashing against it, we were never seeking the shore
We belong to the place we are made,
the place of deepest love
that fathomless state of grace that is our seabed
A place to rest
after the tumbling is
© Calee Lucht 2016
Archetypes: The Lover, The Explorer, water gods and goddesses.
Themes: Oneness, individuation, the search for self, home, the constant cresting and receding cycle of the waves, the ocean.
Materials: I dipped deckel-edged paper in water color paint, which rises and falls as you turn the pages, to suggest the rising and falling of a wave. I used marine blue calligraphy paint to write the poem and bound the book with blue string, knotted to suggest nautical knots. It is adorned simply with two small white shells to suggest partnership, purity, and our eternal home on the seabed.