The Also Sacred Story of Drowning

i hope you remember
the undertow, son
not just the day that almost killed you or how
you should not have swam that beach
but too, the magnificent intention of the current,
the way the water wanted you like the land
would never do
recollect the weight
the good pressure of being taken
and the proximity to other life in that dying
recall the lights
the blurry form beyond the surf where you
thought you saw your future
saw a shape you could join and
touch but feared for mirage and foolery and
in panic branded 'evil' these waters unknown,
don't let that image slip you,
watch the sea for such tides and
mind the breeze
regard it not the Devil's hand retracting to sea but
the also sacred story of drowning