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.