The shape of the sea is in our bones.
The waves go over and under and through.
We dive to the deep, we rise to the light.
There is nothing so old or so new
as the green and the grey and the blue.
The others are with me turn by turn.
We fly, fin to fin, through the shining sea.
It carries our songs and it sings them back –
We are bound and impossibly free.
There is only one place we can be.
All oceans meet and all countries part.
But over and under, we weave and spin
invisible lines, all over the Earth,
that when shadows, in circles, begin
we keep light and endurance within.