Over the sea

Out of my depth,I feel the call of the sea,oh,how it calls

To me

The land has fallen away,with a crash and a thud

A shudder in my blood

I should not be here at all.

I am no  longer innocent

The lissom child who sat on the edge

For then my ligaments and tendons were loose like grass

Now they are stiff like the salty cords on a rigger in the Baltic sea.

Where could I be that would accommodate my history?

I stand on the edge but not by choice

I was here when it was a  strong land

Undone by  his hand which I held

Touching the contracted finger gently

And singing.

Don’t go.don’t go, he cried.

I didn’t;

Then he died.

Where have you gone my seafarer?

Out beyond sight in Whitby again

With the salt cured fishermen.

Now they sail North

And never come back,never come back

Never come back to me,though I wait ,I wait by the sea.

But now I stand in a dangerous place

I might walk in space,walk in that space

Walk right over the sea

Till the waves seize a hold on me,but I know

I’ll   never  let go, never let go

Just so you know that it’s me