Here Is My Ocean
A seat, a puddle of sunlightNot much, just a small circle of light that bounds meAnd a viewA view of the world outsideAs I riffle …
A seat, a puddle of sunlightNot much, just a small circle of light that bounds meAnd a viewA view of the world outsideAs I riffle …
“What are we meant to do?” My children’s upturned little faces are vaguely outraged. “Walk,” I say. “Swim. Cycle. Scoot. Explore. Emigrate. Be at one …