14. "Back home, I dream of the water beyond the break..."

Back home, I dream of the water beyond the break and wake older, angry at borders that keep me foreign and dry.

Did my wretched ancestors, who walked inward, abandoning shorelines and settling centered, fear the power tides gift me?

And will my absence pull from both coasts, to my landlocked city, salt water so deep as to drown their evil guiding star?