Missing the Sea

Glowing windows on the hillside
liberated from the shroud of night by the moon
and the street lamps

the seasons are changing like always
cars rush down the boulevard
the swell of traffic sounds
like waves

like the sea

I have been talking to you in a dance
I imagined I was a rocket
pummeling at light speed
into the heavens
to see you

to tell you

I forgive you
I am finding my way

the children are learning
they are beautiful
they are not as lost
as we’d thought they would be

I am still dancing
I am in love
I have begun to write the world
of the future

I am
just missing the sea.