long for the sea
Long for the Ocean
The old man sits as usual on the terrace overlooking
the bay of Cascais, the weather is hazy to today take
his reading glasses off, still cloudy but less so.
Three ships anchored waiting for a pilot to navigate
into Lisbon, Cascais has no harbour but a marina
full yachts and sailboats belong to the wealthy, he went
there once and was not impressed, too expensive
for his pocket, ok, it is possible he felt a bit resentful.
The old man sighs he spent 30 years in the navy
and the oceans were his friends most of the time,