This Is How (Poem)

I enter the ocean to rest,

Relinquishing my will to the undulating waves.

I close my eyes as I sink into the deep,

Going down, down, down.

My arms and legs stretch out starfish-like,

The flesh dissolving until only bones remain.

One by one they separate,

Each slowly drifting away into the reefs.

Gratefully I let any sense of self do likewise,

Spreading out in diaphanous filaments.

These too dissipate into the life of the sea.

No mourning. No loss. No revelation.

But know:

The salt currents carry within them our tears.