this feels like home, and nowhere

this feels like nowhere, and home my new vista, this strange beach with it's brown sand, brown rocks, latte chopped up waters and little waves on windy days, like today. the crumbling cliffs tower over me tossing the odd rock in my path, roots bare against the sky exposed and dangling as if they're trying to frighten me. i just leap from rock to rock, dodging the sharp mouths of oysters budding mussels beside murky rock pools that look bloody cold if i lost my grip and fell into their shallow silence. It feels like home, but nowhere, this deserted beach with warm grey rocks beneath luscious, watchful pohutakawa branches, majestic and safe as the sky above me, and I think I might just love it here.