solo archipelago

I wonder if I became an island not just so I’d grow, but maybe cuz I was born & raised on an archipelago. As living things we draw so much from the land on which we walk, the trees and leaves all speak to us, even the dirt and rock. Here the ocean wraps around us bringing stories from the depths, it crashes on our coastline each wave a heavy breath. It changes with the weather some times so still and tame, other days it bucks and blows and we tend to do the same. We don’t know the stability of land for a thousand miles, we live on cliffs and mountains that trace the sea in piles. No matter where I wander or which direction I may head, solid ground dissipates and it’s water I must tread. The Pacific is a thriving force an entity in it’s own, just from sitting at its edge there’s much that I’ve been shown. The wind that skims its surface has always words to share, it comes from other shorelines each gust is richly rare. These islands which I’m from align with the elements, for eons they’ve endured, gaining intelligence. I become rooted on this ground, an island of a soul, finding all I need around me on this archipelago.