I sent a man the sea, inside a box,
with all those little splashes from my youth,
white water tips to waves my hand could touch,
and gold from mermaid’s purses, filled with truth.
I piled the tide to one flat cardboard edge,
brown tape and glue, secured its sailboat feet,
and wedged the darking currents between ships,
while stray tornadoes lurked its choppy street.
I washed each stretch of sand, each pebbled throw,
and ironed neat the gull-cries from their screech,
put sand eels in one corner for the terns,
and bends for lonely divers, out of reach.
I crumpled down the hatches, jammed each mast,
ran rigging ragged round and round that rock,
and as the rascal showed his spiny horns,
I sealed, it stamped, chained it shut, by lock.
I heard it reached some Devonish repose,
where uncle time, cut teeth and loosed its wraps, .
Post locally in future, to your friends,
and mind you waterproof those paper flaps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem