Though I live by the beach —
walking there in winter, swimming in summer —
I have never enjoyed travelling by sea.
I loathe getting sea-sick.
Our house north of Adelaide is close to a marina.
Sometimes I like to wander near the shore,
looking at the masts,
listening to the water bobbing against the rocks.
I picture another life — a seafarer’s life.
I never stay long, though.
It’s enough just to imagine.