SEA VIEW Poem by Maria van Daalen

He feeds me salmon as if it's fish, breaks the
too thin, too white toast, and the salty scent of
sea view, beach catch, somersaulting seagulls hangs
in the wake of the fisherman, gives me the

bedewed glass of gold-glowing, sparkling champagne
from the windowsill. I'm a young that cries out
and with his hand he presents me as devout
as ever eternity. Eat, for you may

need that if you want to accompany me
on my way. The road is long, beyond the sea,
we are going to walk, do you want to wear

my dark blue coat which is warm and light, I hold
on to your hand, will you always stay close
to me? When we two are together we're home.