They say a sailor loves the sea….
…but what does the sea say?
He is hollers and hoots and scopes and charts.
This star and that port and treasure and returning with glory for the court.
She is waves and wallows and winds and whispers.
Everywhere and near and over and under and washing the world with tears.
Trimming and tacking and trading with the wind… does he think only he brought himself to here?
He might… splash over her tremendous deep and step to the con with forgetful feet.
So she rages and tears at his blistered beams,
the tackle and the ties, all to touch his hiding heart, inside.
He scabs his knees and wails and weeps…
“oh god save me from this terrible sea!”
Now sails are tissues and masts are toothpicks…
…you hear the Loveliest whisper “I AM, this terrible sea, is me.”