The Shameless Sea
If you need me, call the sea, I am busy, occupied, crazy. Full of circles looping, twisted boughs of the pine tree Singing, stretching, reaching out- They don’t reach me. My journey to the sea is a buzzing, speeding bricked up automobile. The sea throbs and drums, a circle in my mind. Feel me, embrace me. I reach for the sea, breathing in the fading horizon. The ebbing tide calming my crazy circles. The sea has no shame, And I have nothing to hide.