ocean

floating here
in warm sunshine,
lapping waves rock you—
rest in this safe cradle

inside and out
this ocean surrounds
and supports
so relax and bask

this that isn’t an it
has substance
you can’t touch it
it has depth, but
can’t be measured

yet it’s home
your original home
sense the tether?
see the thin, gold cord?
ever connected

there’s a tug,
mere feather dusting
you can feel it,
this ocean of love
this keepsake of home

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.