Sea Song

[taratemima]

It's same ocean,
seen from different sides,
dark, with the white waves
flashing
then falling.

I remember how blue,
heart-breaking blue,
the Pacific was during
summer days,
and how dark, calm-surfaced, glittery
it was crossing the Golden Gate Bridge.

When will you learn, sailor,
we are not so different,
me bound by debts and New England
and you dreaming of airplanes and gelato?

When will you smart
from presumptions and stereotypes
like I have from you
and come to ask forgiveness
and come to understand me?

Underneath we both dream big
of undiscovered worlds
real and imaginary
and want to be loved.

Atlantic and Pacific
are still part of the same great ocean.

You and I
are still part of the same great dream.