Surrounded by sea,
the briny source of our sweat, our tears, our very blood,
I listen,
as unborn,
to a steady heartpulse of waves
against my frail shell;
waves generated by a far distant force.
Harbored in my amniotic envelope,
I drift back to my liquid origins,
the primal broth from which life emerged.

The sea within.
The sea without.

It cradles me
          and rocks me
                         to sleep.