Refuge

Always when on the land,

Life was too much for me,

Too hard to understand

Too dull; interminably

Robert L. Roe

Routine of drinking glass,

Knife, fork, cane, glove,

Sleep, sin, attending mass,

Pretending love,

T have fled to sea.

The sea has sheltered me,

The sea has swallowed me,

The sea has allowed me

Freedom and death-

Freedom from duty,

Death to the mind.

When each drawn breath is free

Death is not hard to take,

Drinking the wind.

Death to the body

Would have been easier though

In the wild, the ungodly,

The green fluent gorges

That channel Atlantic

From the Dogger to George's.

Robert L. Roe