Low Tide

It’s different here

You can’t always smell it

It isn’t borne into you with every breath

It doesn’t soak into your bones

Through your skin

That means it doesn’t feel like home

The scent of the ocean

Led me to the edge of it

To AN edge of it

I can see my home from here

Buried under stacks of clouds

Pulling the teeth of storms

I need my home right now

Right now I can see it

You know?

Just like I can see me

But I’m not feeling it

Just like I’m not feeling me

I’m not pulling the teeth of any storms

Right now

Because I have forgotten where I’m from

and what I’m made of

One whiff of the ocean

At low tide

I can see my Island

And I get to stand

Just a little closer