The sea haunts the camp.
We can turn our back
to it
and face
the churning
whirring
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
imploring
teasing
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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