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.