There are reasons to set off to the seas
Or travel across continents searching
for dreams; following adventures in breeze.
Every Spring’s vow is full of hope bursting
To grow; to prosper in nature’s harbor.
“If you are going to San Francisco”
Wear flowers and dance in total ardor;
Summers are long - so dress in calico.
And in the winter, when the currents change;
As winds race across the cradle’s holding
The days may turn into years as strange
As a vertical carousel’s folding.
A classical molding into a stage
Of waxing and waning forces containing
All things inward - away from the sea’s wage;
For the bay seems still while storms are churning…
Never intended to be here always.
Now the sea beckons: saying come away.
