Kissing Dynamite, Issue 38

I grew up landlocked in the prairies, and continue to live nowhere near a coast. Still…I miss the sea. This poem was inspired by a sleepless night where, due to a combination of insomnia and jet lag, the waves outside my window kept me up, incessant, refusing to cease their roar until morning. So much for the idea of being lulled off to dreamland by the sound of peaceful waves.