The sea has cradled me since I was in my mother’s womb,
it cradles me when I am nothing but a feather.

The sea has cradled me since I started swimming with my father,
so I swam, and so I will always swim,
stroke, stroke, breath,
stroke, stroke, breath,
and feet kicking hard, moving in the current.

The sea cradles me, and I let myself go.