We are all of the sea
there is salt in our blood,
the salinity of our beginnings
that we brought onto this land.
We stand to look at the waves
see the tides stroked by the moon
and feel the same motion
the roll, the rinse, the draw
perpetually repeated.
With eyes closed we list
involuntarily, primordially
toward the magnetism of the waves,
fearful that we can never return.
We, destined to scramble up the shore
two steps forward, one step back
must make this place our land
a new place.
© Graham Sherwood 04/2017
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