Home the Sea

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.