In The Beautiful Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am telling you to teach yourself the truth—
To stay there and listen
To all of the footsteps of students, even if there
Are no echoes—
In the rain, there are tears even if there are
No angels—
As your nights return with their silence—
Ferris wheels of a mute carnival—
And the art of a homeless vagrant—search for
The barrel of your heart to strike a fire—
To be surrounded by your warmth
As he drinks from the bottle—the weather
Making it more difficult for the tourists
And the automobiles to proceed nearer to you—
As some swimming without any shelter in
The beautiful sea.