Seasider

At the water’s border you’ll find me
eyes fixed on the horizon
skin lashed with salt
from the ocean’s inward breeze.

I find the sea entirely hypnotic
my siren
a leviathan unto itself
living and breathing with tidal swells
that lull
but never leave.

My spirit sits where the sea meets the sky
so my feet decide to plant roots here
as the view is clear
and the waves crash against my anchors.

At high tide
I stand
as close to the water as I can
and stare at the sea
as the ocean drifts into me.

The seasider inside my soul needs an edge to feel free
the endless hills and fields of the country close me in
it’s claustrophobic
but I’m stoic and resolute
so I conclude to mute my despair when I can’t see the sea
or taste salt in the air
but I’ll never be free
unless I’m there
at the ocean’s edge.

Let me drift on the waves
I will float on the tides
the sky burns pink and red as the sun falls and hides
and I’m left on a blanket of shimmering water
bathed in a green flash that dissipates the instant it appears.

This endless surface of purple black ink that holds me aloft
punctuated by reflections of stars and gods
whispering in my ears
it sings as I descend here into the abyss.

It’s warm below
deep in the belly of the ocean
this home
a perfect womb.

I return from whence I came but the sea is not to blame.

The water holds me
its arms surrounding and grounding
reminding me that even as I float free
my feet
like trees
are rooted on the land
and I stand and see
I’m where I’ve always been
at the water’s border you’ll find me.