Baptism

It was there 

In the salty grey water

At Gunnison Beach

On the sea shell laden ocean humus

Tumbling beneath my feet

As I held her naked body in my arms

Her arms wrapped around my neck

Her legs squeezing my torso.

I

Pushing up against each

Incoming wave

To keep our heads 

Above water and breathing.

She told me that she had to pee.

“So pee!”

I said.

“On you?”

She asked.

“Of course!”

I replied.

And she did.

She let it go

And I felt

My sins lifted.

Any stress

Regrets

Resentment

Hostility
Ill-doings

That I was burdened with

Any anger I felt towards the world

Was washed from me 

In cool Atlantic tides

And warm urine.

The old man inside

Set adrift.