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