Oceans Sailed Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Oceans sailed
I drove down to the coast today, could feel it pull
after all I was in the navy for 30 years and the oceans
treated me well not letting my ship sink, drowning me.
The sea was grey/blue a monster asleep, yet not to
be trusted the marina was full of motor boats
or shall we call them yachts? They all looked alike made
of plastic shit used for summer weather only.

I was not a good seafarer didn`t like to sit in a mess hall playing cards,
but I could sit for hours watching how the beast breathed in and out
and on stormy weather found a place on the deck just to see it rage.
Farewell my oceans I will not see you again nor shall I miss you a lover
that holds no secrets in her embrace but death.