A Sailor

A sailor at heart, right from the start.

Watching the dust on the shelf,

While a ship long sailed

Takes a piece of my former self.

I am missing the blue of the sea,

That sapphire weight, heavy and vast,

Where the horizon promised to set me free

And the ghost of the shore was cast.

I crave the sand of beaches of far away places,

The grit in my boots, the sun on my skin,

The blurred-out lines of nameless faces,

And the roar where the waves begin.

But I listen for the reef’s low roar,

Where the turquoise shallows gleam,

To walk again on a foreign shore

And wake from this inland dream.

© Deborah Seale 2026

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