of currents and tide
of which I know nothing
and knowing that
am condemned in their eyes
eyes which look to where
the sky ends and the sea ends
where their business with the day is
as mine is also
but how can I convince them
"take me with you" I call
but get no reply
why should they listen
to one who does not know the music
why should they care
for my concerns
why should they respond
to a kingly pauper
why should they respond at all
and still the dream of the shell
is the pearl
still the music controled
the tides
so I sat by the pier
defeated and acknowledging
that this was one day
I would not have the fruit of
Though one of which
I might later say
"the day is the day is the day"
