The Ocean
“And the ones who can know you so well
Are the ones that can swallow you whole.” – Dar Williams
There is a nostalgia bigger than the sky itself
when I step towards the surf,
an impossible longing
pushing me forward, cuffs pants shirt soaked,
each wave a visual echo,
a sweeping gesture to pull me towards the horizon.
The water is a thousand hands,
an endless maternal embrace
whose touch says, you are mine.
The way your eyes pour
and speak to us in salt,
my child – I would know you anywhere.
Come here to me with your wounds;
let me send you forward again, all clean and blistering pink.
I know you have been lost
for quite some time. It is alright.
You are here. Welcome home.