The Other Side of the World
is sometimes much nearer than you think.
The White Cliffs of Dover
A traveller
Who follows the songs
Of his heart-
Of this place;
Of waves-
But not always ashore.
Not much of his head,
Or the voice of reason,
Nor direction.
Is this how it’s like
Being a cork bottle
Floating, forevermore
Out in the ocean?
