Why go to sea at all you said?
Why live jealous of the living dead
of the comfort and lack of dread
of the landlubbery?
of men at pubs with friends around
of boys up late with wayward dates
of land below some barefoot feet?
Cause probably most, you see
can only watch the majesty
of waves and sky and southern storms
of death and life and one green light
as they flop before their home T.V.
It’s not the same
they just can’t sea