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From Here I Can Nearly See the Sea

Sea,
you stay so far away,
but
I see you in the stream's
and river's flow to you.

Moon
pulls on ocean and swells
move
toward, away - endure
our heat and castaways

from
afar - carried to you
by
man-made torrents and bare
abuse of our onsets.

Will 
it change before it's all
change?
Crisis has come, but still
we float on doomed currents. 
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