It came from inland. 
It came, 
tied my hands 
behind my back, 
made me kneel 
and said, 
  "there is no home for you here."

If anything,
The Sea 
kept the wind against it 
as long as she could,
washed the malice 
under her waves,
melted the bane
in her salts,
lulled me 
on her flow, 
told me I was
home already. 

For somewhere 
in the billions of molecules 
within her, 
I already was 
and she saw
I needed no approval.