I belong

I belong not to the people but the soul of my home. These rocks, paths, shaped by tides and greed. I belong to the cracks of solitude on a shore of clashes, silent witness of hollow present pursuits. I surrender to the mast, steadfast, mighty. I bow to the boom, swifting, aching. Posterity, the remnants gliding to collapse, I challenge plenitude, I dare to return.