Childhood was a long time ago.
There’s a difference between memory
and what we know.
There are places, sure, I remember well;
The sailing club with all it’s perks,
The mansion of my bestest friend
But few places held my attention.
I guess, it would have to be, for me,
A place of fun and happiness
An escape with an endless horizon
A source of interesting food and smells.
The ever soothing ebb and flow of life
At the edge of land,
Where anything could come
And anything could go.
I have lived, land-locked, for many years now.
Everyday I miss the sea,
It’s not a memory,
It’s what I know.