Friday, April 3, 2015

2015 Poetry Post 3: The Sea Haunts the Camp

The sea haunts the camp.
We can turn our back
to it
and face
the churning
polyglot delights
and despairs
of the home we
know and love,
and resolve
to take on
its problems
and inequities.

But still we hear
the roar
of the sea
mocking us
to take to the water,
pick a direction,
and see
what else is out there

even if we know we cannot swim.

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