Crows and ravens cry in this tiny coastal town.
I wonder how my life might be here by the ocean
with the salt air the constant rush and pull of the sea
over and in and back again across sand and rocks
the ceaseless crash the ennervating murmur theÂ
romance of it the constancy the surety. Â
Would I be rendered immobile lostÂ
to reverie doomed to an unnatural lassitude
living here by the sea? Is that the reason Â
I never managed to settle here?
