Only Association Keeps Me Here

Yesterday I bathed in the sea

The waters were warm

The sea is often like this in late August

As I dried myself on the beach

I considered the construction of a sea wall

So that the benign temperatures could be captured

 

A Whitewashed Wall

On the wall of my room carved carelessly into the whitewash

There is a traditional rhyme

 

Who names us SANK

And not our SINK

Is foreigner art foe

His ship is to be engaged

And after bloody battle

SUNK

No prisoners to be taken

 

The rhyme is weary and of little merit but I find it strangely comforting

It is there when I retire
It watches me sleep
It is there when I wake