Home is where the heart is

Light shines across the surface reflecting off the life under the stars,

they travel through the rocks and the caves of the unknown ocean,

holding the stories of our ancestors, our ocean is a time capsule.

We take for granted, the way of the sea

for we don’t know how far the wind travels.

Waves crash on the sand day through day,

washed up proof of the past

We live in houses tall and strong,

with walls of brick and cold hard floors.

But for those who feel the light,

home is where the heart is.

The face of the sea or the sand on the shore,

the ocean holds life.

But the curse of 2020 put a break of the ice,

with the fallen colours of the sea the coral grows dark.

The pain of the pandemic leaves the ocean with scars,

each online order leaving plastic in the reefs.

Disposable masks and SHEIN packaging across my home,

the home where my heart is,

the home that’s destroyed.