Kate Thorn
Been Too Long By The Sea


I have been too long by the sea.
My skin smells of saltwater and sunlight.
My eyes accustomed to white light on white sand.
My skin brown with traces of salt.
Yes, I have been too long at the sea.

I came here so many years ago.
I came to be alone, to forget.
But as the days passed by in sunlit monotony,
I found I remembered more, not less.
I have been too long here, perhaps, at the sea.

Maybe I should leave for the lights of cities
and their disenchanted and distant men.
Perhaps take one home for a night
and recall the feel of touch I have lived without.
But no, I have been here too long by the sea.

I have been too long by the sea
to live my life falsely even for moments.
The loneliness in which I abide
is also my honesty, my tribute to love,
though unrequited, blazing purely in my heart.

I have been too long by the sea.
I have no desire to leave.
What life is left after loves's leaving
will be lived here in solitude with the sea.
I have been alone too long here by the sea.