In the pilot’s house
At the pilot’s window
Clear waters
Long stretches of sea
Dust on the windowsills
Stuffed birds
Small tall ships
In antique glass cases
Ripples on the surface
Bask in the sunlight
A calmness today
Also on another day
Yet only two nights ago
A raging sea
A violent sea
Yet still nowhere near
The sea which topped the cliffs
The sea which bared the ground
The sea which rediscovered
A life which had been passed over
