Every time I step on these sands,
I feel like I have come home.
Back to my mother’s lap
to listen to her lull.
The retreating waves scramble my head
as if I’m swimming on drugs,
but I have never seen anything potent
as the sound of waves in my ears.
What a gripping hold does she have,
deep and strong, over this mortal mind,
when I have never even met her
depths and nature on my own.
As I step back feet by feet,
I’m leaving my heart a bit on the shores.
Ocean mother wait for me
for I will come back to visit.
You can’t tame an ocean, much like
you can’t ever tame a free spirit.