Seeing the Sea
see the sea
i can see the sea
the little boy pointed
slipping off his seat
on the bus
crying all the way home
he chanted -
sea the sea
i can see the sea
pointing out the window
long after they had
passed the sea
pointing a finger
at buildings and trees
see the sea
i can see the sea
he said
in a loud voice
tears dripping on his jumper -
it was the first time
he had seen the sea
see the sea
i can see the see
he said again and again
and held its image -
its living surge -
its glow and lurking danger -
all the way home