The Great Mass

Home is where the water is,

by the seaside or a creek.

Home is a cold neck on a hot day

when you beg to stay, but you

have to go. Home is the ocean.

The waves come in and out and

if you try to fight the moon

you’ll lose. The tides are stronger.

Cities are built on the coast,

and homes are made with sea salt

and sand; we call them castles.

When the river runs into the ocean

it belongs to the great mass.

When the river flows through the city

it is the great mass.

It moves and sings and hum for us.

Home is when I sing back.