Houses want speaking From their roofs tales are leaking They pass through the ceilings Into the rooms Drip down the walls Pool on the floors To flow under the doors To listeners they are seeking
Talk to me about the sea of sand drift and sea breeze murmurings of tidal sliding and wavelets gliding onto a peaceful shore
of curling surf and whale songs of towering waves and sailor’s graves of a blow driven chop hard to cross and the constant desire for more
of rock pool eddies of a wind unsteady of sudden squalls and risking all of unpredictable storms defying norms of salty landless freedom
of reflected moonlight and sunsets bright of dolphins playing and albatross staying of cutting the water and catching fish of life in Neptune’s kingdom
of thunderheads piled high or a cloudless sky of seabirds arriving splashing and diving of phosphorescent wake so easy to take of distant horizons all around
tell me tales about the briny sea how to travel a weather filled journey crossing oceans wide upon the tide and I’ll take you where I’m bound