You know this place
where you become
sea kelp,
floating,
hardly solid.
You are rocked,
each fear
replaced
by salt kisses.
Landwalker,
the moon rules
your veins
and your blood
is salt water.
When dry fissures
crack your heels,
hands,
heart,
listen for the waves.
You cannot lose her,
the sea.
In the shell
of your heart
lies a pearl.