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My father was a son of the ocean. The Fisher King. Nowhere did he feel better then at sea. He walked into a river on x-mas day in 1987 and his body has never been found. It was a great shock but also one of the greatest sources of learning for me. It woke me up from my sleepwalking and I understood I had invested all my sense of security in him. The day after his disappearance I wrote him this poem.

Warm water

Your footsteps heavy
but firm.
Down to the water
the deep dark water.

Your anxiety heavy
but unpredicted.
Down to the water
the deep cold water.

Your body heavy
floating in the water.
Your soul light
peace achieved.

Down to the water
the deep warm water.