It is time to stretch my arms over the blue
seas & lie in foreign beds again.
my tongue yearns for the salted taste
of seasides, comfort & home.
I leave again today, pinning myself
to opposite ends of this spinning globe,
only to watch half of myself being stapled
to lands impossible to envision.
childhood was always going to wilt, but
premature deaths are harder to accept,
with fresh memories beginning to rot within
the misquoted water of distance & time.
home has a half-life; we are all reluctant
to watch it decompose, so I returned to say goodbye
but all I found were just the ashes & snapped spines
of stories that had been forgotten years ago.
Words : Jasmin Deans
Photo : Rachelle Cox