Vessels sail
along my
dreams,
Over the
roofs, ships
in a feast of
color,
And poor me,
Yearning for
the sea year
in year out,
I gaze and
weep.
I recall my
first sight of
the world
Through a
mussel shell I
pried open:
The greenest
water and the
bluest sky
And the
rippliest of
lump-fish...
My blood still
flows salty
Where the
oysters slit
my skin.
What a
madspeed
plunge was
ours
Into the high
seas on the
whitest foam!
Foam bears no
malice,
Like lips
Whose adultery
with men
Is no
disgrace.
