When I cross the water,
it cleanses me,
ready to remember.
The curve of the coastline,
found within my fingerprints.
The landscapes that cradled us;
and never forget
Whilst white horses rise
and crash around our ankles,
We must walk lightly,
for every step
is a promise,
A promise to recognise
that wherever we may be,
when feet touch the bare earth,
always, we are home.
