He looks at the sea
He looks at the sky
He looks at me
One wonders why
Does he read his little book
To find what he’s looking for
Where he sees the stars
I see a suntanned thigh
Where he greets the arc
I walk, long-legged, by
Does he need a calmer cook
To find what he’s looking for
Nothing is uncertain
In the life he leads
I draw the curtain
After planting seeds
Does he know how long it took
To find what he’s looking to impede
