I could hear the sea - when sleep took its time - spreading
in salty humidity all over the house, even onto the bed sheets:
as with everything else in the house, there’s sea in the bed
In the morning I’ll see about the mist, the promise of sun
I’ll check out the waves, their height, for I love the power of the sea
We’ll walk across the pinewood, strong smell of wet roots, rugged
nearness of the dune’s vegetation - weeping willow, bear berry shrubs,
sand lilies, their droplets of water
We’ll buy bread up on the Serra, have coffee and read the paper with the flies
Ah, but when afternoon ends, when the sun sets and the dune’s scent springs
into such life...! After striding the sun and the north wind
So much I didn't know...
(Good God I knew nothing)