Reflection By The Coast Poem by Saul McCandless

I'll make my way on down to the sea
Cover my face and try not, my pedigree
Someone has taken something from me
Who do I call to answer the pleas?

And as I swam, a league or two
I put my stall in plain, cold view
There be no prayers, this day anew
Re trace my steps and heed the coup.

What will it take, to hear an apology?
From the heart and straight to me
A choice few words, birds to free
As I sit atop this humble retreat.