At Sea

In a corner somewhere
along the Indian coast
or in some small  island lost
without a worldly care


This is going to be my life
is a beautiful house at Sea
listening to the sound of Solidarity
and of the high tide


To feel the sand between my toes
and hear the sound of the heavy waves
with a good book to while away my days
and for the afternoons to doze

To run along the shore
and leave my foot-prints in the beach
to have good sea-food at my reach
and to taste the salt in the air

A solitary life I will lead
my only friends my dogs
and of course a lot of wines
for company I will have no need