Victoria Ormiston

Contributor

Beyond the blue abyss,

Lives my second nature, 

An unseen current, 

Buried in my soul. 

It whispers in the silence,

Makes me hold my tongue, 

Dances a quiet rhythm, 

Like the waves come and run. 

At the ocean’s depth, 

A foundation looms, 

Concrete and stone,

Where the quiet booms. 

We look to the man-made, 

To nourish and grow, 

Honouring what was,

As we tend to what we sow.

But still, the ocean calls our return,

The sand and the species, 

Needing our connection, 

Desiring our love. 

Though, many do not care for the currents,

And forget their crashing rhythm,

We must listen to it’s hymn, 

For in its folds, we are whole again.