home. my place and space, where water coloured edges fray with memories.

invisible roots plunge deeply and firmly, anchoring souls,  like a salmon remembering their stream

home.  my memories tumbling in the waves. they are smoothed and rounded and soft. the jagged edges no longer burn with salt.

the tides ebb and flow even when I am landlocked.  the moon tugs at the current and waves rush to fill a small gap in my heart.

home.  where deep, salty waters preserve my roots.