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.