Ocean Mother, Sky Child

She is born of salt and endless blue,
Her body shaped by tides and waiting.
The ocean calls her mother.
For she carries life without asking why.
Above her, the Moon learns how to watch.
A quiet child cradled in the night.
Each wave bows as she passes.
Each star listens to her slow breath.
She teaches the sea how to hold,
And the sky, how to let go.
Between water and light she remains,
An answer older than both.

🖊Poem: Robert Brooks