You could easily become my newest obsession,
says the Wind to the Sea in a whispered confession
while the gulls screech and the ships groan
and the cliffs crouch stoically and the insects drone,
and clouds creep onwards in their stubborn direction.
Says the Sea in response: Hold me in suspension,
and the Wind obliges. A divine ascension
as Wind erects water and gives Her a backbone:
Anything, anything for my newest obsession.
Eye-to-eye now, and palpable is the tension
as Wind looks at Sea looks at Wind with intention.
And how can I go on living all alone,
now that I know what it's like to have flown?
Wonders the Sea, and looks with affection.
Thinks, does the Sea: you are my newest obsession.