"I Am From" by Ellen McLoughlin
I am from a place
Where the drug of choice
Is the smell of salt on the sea air
Stigmata of jellyfish
And aching calves from sand walking
The ocean rocks me as I lie down to sleep.
The old ones say it didn’t used to look like this
But spindly plants in the dunes still hold the earth together
And jagged sand still hurts sunburned faces.