The framed seascape welcomed the fog
From the shower behind the curved bar
Three dories roped aft to stern
The house beyond harder to see

The mirror hides nothing once
The steam slips away
I stare at the boats instead
The wind and seagulls in my head

The ocean song is blood based music

Inland and mid-sea

The crash of waves within my heart

Feel the swell while land locked

My spirit in the undertow

Not fighting the tide, not at all