WHERE LAND MEETS SEA

Here at the edge
where land meets sea
my ocean mother
wraps around me.
Her flow, like mine
in tune with the moon
fragile shore like tender skin
open to the elements, sun-bleached
surviving in her timeless strength
sand-dune-curved limbs hold her steady.

But now I witness her slow demise.
4-wheeled monsters tear her apart, dig trenches
the deepest, premature wrinkles.
They pummel her body with wounds, bruises
that cannot heal
change her appearance forever.
How do we fight this new army of terrorists
in their 4-wheel tanks
too lazy to walk to their favourite fishing spot.
Or reckless larrikins showing off their new toys
sandblasting the surface of our earth
in their quad bikes, buggies, sandboards.

This fragile system where life cycles connect
where we began, where we will end.
This is the edge of our world
if we keep breaking away the edges
how long before there’s nothing left?