Too long I
Have been gone
From the sea.
Here where the
Sky is my
Sole escape
I think sea;
I write sea
Poetry;
I stare at
Old photos
Of me by
The sea but
That won’t set
Me free like
Getting to
Stand on the
Sand with the
Roar of the
Surf in my
Skull and the
Sun, the wind,
On my skin.
