Seasickness

I can feel it, rising from the concrete confines
of this landlocked cityscape
A dull ache like homesickness, not tied to structures
but to the open expanse of depth
Seasickness, it might be called

My heart craves the ocean
My body thirsts for saltwater
the stinging roll of it a strength beyond intention

There is a reason, you know
why we carry salt through our veins
why our tears run saline rivers.
We cannot hold ourselves back
from the shining, secret water
it pulls us, it seeps from our very pores.

I am just one more seasick lover
offering worthless poems to the unmoved Pacific
Recognizing, at last, the siren song for it's truth:
Never give your heart to the sea
For she will hold it forever and you will never be whole

Too late.