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