SEA WANTS ME
SEA WANTS ME
Waves are here for the winners
spirals floating in turquoise
dance ululating undulating
blue bright sight
a point with paddle board
to soar sanguine Seas
I know not whether I’m
merman or beach sand speck
two meters high wants to
shame, but they are only game
Seen on yacht so ready
steady from Cape to Rio
spectators on Signal Hill
watched entranced
teal silver hippie my seagull flag
away with ropes unfrayed
billowing winds to
another shore
bigger waves the better
I want some more
Captain or boatswain
accolade anchor swings so sound
crabs welter skelter from Indian
to Atlantic then Pacific
oceanic breadths, opah swims with me
smoking weed, chomping sweets
Andromedan home beacons
for rule where watching waters
miss my cool drools
Give me a boat or ship
with brassy engine room
seamen’s stroke, greasy jokes
sailor’s whaler hat or woollen cap
French style I’ll sail to any isle
stormy seas or soft breeze
through Bermuda Triangle I worry not
as long as deep fish remains
my wish, to English madams
or Southern slaves
sail with hail is my domain
Yet my Heart sings not,
for Sea wants me to find her
water is my passage, a sagely message
lifetime after lifetime
separation wound aches ~
on an African sunflower farm I saw her
when in colonial Portuguese ports
I found cohorts, but alas !
she was taken in gold ring
and petticoats sure, settler Dutchman
got my goat instructing
the colonialised to eat oats
how our soulful eyes spoke without tears
lashes and hearts shivered, shook witnessing
sardine crooks on lands
not theirs for taking
In seventh heaven our parlour
awaits through dolphin gates
a bed of oyster arches
seaweed circle trout gardens to care
and Neptunium seals pardon
my bugle return from Earth
singing peace songs to reach
deep heat, sweat dripping
before Thanksgiving treats
had to paddle before to
Mother’s saddle mount, could not
escape family holidays, hip-hop dazed
Forever Sea and me
its knowingness of emotion
as movement and pure stillness
reflected many moonshine planets
even with a house to build
karmic contracts to fulfil
books to read, funerals to attend
spoken word poetry to bend
so many journeys to swing
Gaia curriculum certainly
not all neat, with messy heartaches
sad scribbles not could drown
migraine abound
Aborigine court cases
sound bite chokes, no joke
though shored caverns galore
with forest fair brother explored
Sea wants me to return to
conch shell from whence I was born
Here comforted I can curl
away from boisterous hurls
where her Heart is ruby
urchin gifted by sea lichen
for my own to cherish undying, unborn
agelessness becomes my restful becoming
musing unforlorn
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