Sea Sense 

by Declan Geraghty

The corroded 

abandoned trucks 

stood up like sentries

and I was sure I could hear the birds

and the waves

and I promised myself

that after the next hill

that the sea would await me

and it wasn’t black like it was last time I saw it

that it was a sea that sparkled

and made soft noises

of soft waves

of welcoming oceans

I wouldn’t be only half sure

about the sounds of birds any more

I’d be positive

because I’d see them

with my own eyes

dipping and swooping about the soft sounding waves.