mer

by erika

Today I touched the sea,

tasted her salt.

inhaled her brine.

 

I am nothing like myself without her.

 

I see this now when I am

nearer the cliff’s edge,

nearer the quiet roar,

nearer my own heartbeat.

 

How do I exist on dry land?

 

Sometimes, I am even bold enough to think

that it is I, with all my tears of longing,

who has filled her to the shore.