IF THE SEA RAN PAST MY DOOR

If the sea ran past my window,

I would sleep the deep sleep

of the well content.

I would waken to the tides,

to the sound of water lapping, or leaving,

returning, or cleaning the shore,

a new day, a new chance.

I would walk along my beach

with the waves crashing and the gulls calling,

leaving all my woes behind.

I would watch the sun dip, at evening,

beyond the thin line of the horizon,

turning emerald green to pure gold

and my jaw would drop in wonder.

If the sea ran past my door,

I would live long and prosper.

The sea air would cure my ails and maladies,

soothe my mind and heal my heart.

copyright Roisin Duffy