FROM THE SEA TO THE CITY

FROM THE SEA TO THE CITY

The sea, the steady bass
the sea, in rain and sun and streaks of light,
haunting, obsessive,
rough, calm,
in tumult, serene.
The sea haunts
once you listen
to its incessant breathing.
It does not leave.
On the pavement when it rains in the city
its waves come lapping at first
at your feet in memory,
and then they come lashing,
sweep you off your feet,
and the city is far away from the sea.

Tracing each footstep
following in the sands,
an exhausting walk'
exhausting, not tiring,
from the sea, my own familiar childhood sea,
to your city,
so complex, cerebral, breathless!
But I tried hard not to forget 

how I started this journey by the sea, 

then a labyrinth, then a streak of light,
and then just following, not hunting for a clue, just yielding to the flow,
a backward flow to your origin,
Who are you, I should not ask.
Certainly an uncommon being.
From my metaphoric sea,
to the interior monologues in the alien city :
the journey was long but illuminating.
And I arrived here and stopped,
a solitary pigeon pecking grains,
I like being that way, entering your city
in speechless anonymity.

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