what frigate bird and pelican can see
far over water they have yet to tell
so we must put up with that oily
smell
and other facts that do not well
agree
with ease and comfort still by this
warm sea
it is so simple to ignore the yell
just keep the eye on that hypnotic
swell
thinking that it is right to let
things be
in other places the cold presses hard
on other faces and the nights so long
while city noise forces folk to the
bars
then there is longing for the warmth
of yard
brightness of seas the comfortable
song
and in the night the many lovely
stars