A Divide

You were all about those pretty pools
filtered into oblivion on social media.

I preferred violent seas, as the sound
of waves crashing made me feel alive.

You could never understand those
violent seas and I could never understand
your love for pretty pools in paradise.

I stood on the shore of a storm raging
sea while you watched from a pretty pool;
I walked into the sea and found home.

Drifting Away

A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.