Our Ocean

The ocean guides me through her home
Acquainting me with her fish who boldly flash their shimmering scales
And her seaweeds who cheekily tickle my ankles
Her currents urge me along
Egging me to keep going
Our ocean plays with her childish sands
She swings them around and they giggle in their tumbles
On the seabed imprinted with our filthy steps
She tenderly fingers her striking mountains made of ancient stones
With ancient stories etched into the cracks and crevices
But as much as our ocean encourages, she withdraws
She hides her children and disguises their homes
She moves me back to where I belong: the loud, dirty and chaotic concrete jungle
Her salty waves whisper in my ear,“Go”
The need for air strangles and gropes for me with its’ cold and skeletal hands
I’m back to our reality
Back among the shouts and calls and the rumbling engines
The Clovelly bay carries on, shielding her home
From our touch of destruction
What have we done?