Landlocked
When I wake, I want to feel
The sea breeze creeping cool
Through my open window,
Filling the room with the scent
Of the salt tang and the seaweed.
When I wake, I want to hear
Gulls, not rooks, calling raucously
Beyond my open window
And hear not the soft sough
Of the wind in the trees
But the hiss and gurgle
Of the sea lapping the shore.
On a winter’s morning
When the high winds have raged
Throughout the night,
I want to go outside
And find what the sea has thrown
Beyond the high tide mark
And sift the treasure from the trash.
I want to sit and watch
The sun sink beneath the waves
While a driftwood fire
Dances and crackles beside me
And the sound of the sea
Fills my ears with peace.
