I saw you on your bicycle,
You sped on the curve crushing gravel
The wheels made a sound
Like a machine churning thick dough.
I followed you to the sea shore.
You were on your way to your getaway.
I had heard it is a cave further out in the sea
Where you went and wrote.
I think you told me,
You had a compass for dark nights.
It showed you North and familiar shores.
When on black waters you returned home.
I followed you to the sea shore.
It was a crowded sea.
You dragged you rusty red boat from its hideout.
You did not know I was watching.
The sea was crowded,
You clutched the rudder
Your boat remained anchored.
I thought I should come and set it free.
