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Nauticalia
I must embrace the storm outside--
it's too good to let go.
I have to feel
your free swirling abandon
on my face
ripping up sidewalks
in resurrection of spirit.
I can smell your salt
from miles away
and am ready to plunge in
But am I the only one,
the only caged city dweller
lured by this drug
trimming imaginary sails as I stride downwind--
a sailor
never home from the sea.
Published 8th Dec 2009
| Edited 28th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
8th Dec 2009 1:58am
this feeling of being waterbound A.I live by a river, sometimes I feel the river is me, this beautiful short one, love it.
8th Dec 2009 8:02am
I think when it gets in your blood it's always there, Priya. Another fascinating thing is how men and women react differently to the same weather conditions.
