Call me. I thought I would sail.
Whenever my hypos get me to knocking people’s hats off
I get to sea as soon as I can.
All men cherish the ocean
washed by waves and
cooled by breezes.
Thousands upon thousands
of mortal men
fixed in ocean reveries
looking high aloft
to get a seaward peep
How are you?
This is splendid in every way! The way you build to that last line!
Fantastic opening and closing line! The concept of this poem is executed and balanced well.