misleading

It has been a long time
Since the sea came to me,
Since I felt the nervous
breeze of a calm day.

There are unique moments
For outside attainment;
Those are not what is real.

Reality is the hands
That touch,
The blue sky,
The smell of fresh bread.
The ant-building of choices. Moments.

There is a value you keep
Inside the trapdoor

of fear.