Unmoored

Cabot Trail Road, Nova Scotia, Canada
Photo by Christophe Dion on Unsplash

Wind through my window

stirs memories,

for a moment,

unmoors me.

Scent of ocean,

prickle of sea urchins

upon a shore I left

long ago.

So real I can taste

the salt in the air

hear the ocean’s

incessance.

Then the sea surges

through time

and appears

in tears

storms my soul

scatters my senses

to the waves

and wind.

Unmoored, my soul

billowed by breezes

of time and memory

becomes

emerges from

seeming stasis

begins the journey

home.

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott