To Capture the Ocean

I love forest floors but you need rugged shores
Wait - I'll stay on a sailboat and bottle the ocean
No longer shall you long - for shingles on the sand
In hand you will grasp them - in tiny attention
And care - the high tides cannot understand
Your mind like I do - so look out from land.
To wait for the creak of the dying ship,
Bowed below the force of words,
Cracking from the sonorous script-
With which I writ and which I worked
To Neptune's dark and stop-start heart
That swells with the lower weighty winds
And sinks with lunar pass.
The source of all this trouble?
A vessel in the hull
With several sheafs of paper in
A Poet's useless seal
A thousand words for liquid,
To quell your coastal lust
Still sinister the skeleton ships
That split on rocks to rust.

I'll fall down from the rotted deck,
Stumbling in the foam,
Here it is, (the captured sea)-
Now will you come home?