Final approach home. (Photo Credit: Unknown)


From high above the sea, we fly.
Hours upon hours nothing but blue.
No mountains. No land.
Just the eternal abyss of oceanic territory below.

Until the captain notifies us of our final approach.
Ears pop. Eyes gaze. Fingers point.


Our strips of pearls welcome us.
This is where our hearts will forever be…


Climate activist, author, and visiting professor at the University of Cincinnati