the sea calls me
on a day like this
a cool glass of beer calls me
to sit on the beach at sunset
feeling the waves in my head
rocking with the sea
a movement
bringing me back
to my mother’s womb
when she walked up the hill
her steps carrying both of us
all seems faraway
nineteen fifty-seven
and nineteen eighty-five
I see her only in winter now
wake up in the middle of the night
hearing her snore in the room
next to mine
when we reached the dam
after she marked down the water level
I breathed
then that contained river
replied with a ripple
from its dark