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The sun disappears in knots of clouds.

I think to myself aloud-

You cannot stop, or you may drown.

Keep sailing, and do not think too hard:



They tempt my soul, which is in a hurry to find the shore.

Sea spirits approach, to form voices that change gender and call on ancient gods.



A swift afternoon storm sprawls across the Atlantic it seems to be after me.

It swings over the dunes and the wrecks of old gales.



Fishing boats veer to port against the headwinds, trailed

by terns and gulls.



See in their wake like fingers sliding under the waves as if they dance stretched out naked and revealed.



When the winds turn northeasterly with heavy rains, I hear cries from the barrier islands.

I watch the staggered pilings as the sea rolls over, foam lifts as flotsam breaks then resettles like unearthly music.



Imagine my desire, to have a giant umbrella over the sea.