Gazing

You’ve got to admit you most

Crave what what Gogou most dreaded—

Locking myself in the room

gazing at the sea

and forgetting

But it’s too late for that now.

There’ll be no room with a view

Of the sea and forgetting.

There’ll be pain medication

And maybe a big window

Allowing natural light

That you no longer notice.

Something like that, most likely.

To have had a bright corner,

Safe, quiet, and dry, to watch

Something not being human,

Not needing to be human,

Until you forgot being

Human, yes, that would have been

Something like the word, poet,

But honestly, how many

Poets of the sea but not

Humanity have you seen?