Even the ocean leans on the earth.

This awakening in me is of you. Something dormant. Something strong. Some flow of electromagnetivity more powerful than any surging rogue wave and so far beyond my capacity to control that I just let it crash over me, pulling me under, out of control- the most bittersweet immersion in a world I've never known, like the place where the waves crash into the earth-crashing, thundering, melding, two worlds seemingly meeting in a power struggle, only to find that they were joined all along-the earth stretching out under the salty embodiment of power, its source of support to lay it's weight on, for after all, even the ocean needs to earth to lean on.