Memories of a Distant Land

I stand here on this sandy shoreline casting
My gaze upon the vast fresh water that lies before me,
Searching for something familiar that
I can ,just for a fraction of a moment, cling to.

But this wind, these waves are void of substance.
They carry no smells nor sting of the bitter northwest
Wind that heaves the great ocean onto the shores of my island.

I close my eyes and meditate on the sounds of the wind and the water,
And I am  empty.

My soul is not caressed by the roar of the ocean, the cold of the wind
Or the sting of the  briney spray as waves crash on the jagged cliffs.

I am adrift. Like a boat ripped from it's moorings by the winds of change
That carry my people to every corner of the globe,
Searching for some lost piece of ourselves.

She is a blood, sweat and tear stained tribute to our ancestors.
Our home. This Rock in the sea.