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.