Noyac Bay
Jackson Heights, NY
2019, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
A rippling horizon
Moving upon a phantom wind
An invisible breath
Desolate beach
Quietly quarreling current
A palate of grey
A light-drained body of liquid
As if the sun took a vacation
Miles away to melts the arctic
The bay rises
Taunting
Threatening
As water warms
Algal blooms multiply
Decaying shells, vanishing eelgrass
It is no more
Reflection
Reflection
When sitting on the bend of the bay a few houses down from my own, I was inspired to write a piece inspired by it. But after doing research, I found that due to climate change, most of my home might one day float away. I wrote this poem while observing the happiness the community derives from this special rocky beach. With children swimming, adults skipping rocks, and most just watching, Noyac Bay is a source of joy for anyone lucky enough to encounter it. This poem grew out of my fear that it all might one day go away. I now help pick up plastic and trash alongside the beaches in Rockaway to help with the local issue of human contamination. I would do anything if it meant that our sources of nature could be preserved for the future, as places like Noyac are special to people all over our planet.