little fingers spread wide, reaching out clumsily
a net cast into a vast dark ocean
mouth open, my baby searches
dreamily, I pull her close
and my little fisherman makes a catch
ever so gently she suckles
until waves wash over me and milk begins to flow
she rides the waves of nourishment
bracing her outstretched legs against mine
to keep from being swept away
she grasps my hand in hers
holding on with rhythmic ebb and flow
mmmm mm mmm she coos
until the waves subside and we float aimlessly
drifting back to sleep
together