the sea

The sea followed me home, not
because it was lost but because it knew
I was.

It turned up days later in the crook of
my arm and the overlooked depths
of my ears

and it settled in against my skull like
a bird seeking shelter from an
ugly wind

The sea followed me home, just to
whisper to me of its own, until the day
at last

I followed home the sea.

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