The Sea

I found this re-working, which I like a little better. What do you think?

The Sea

Paused
at a moment where
the ebb and flow of
desire drowns
each throbbing cell.
He’s
staring in the direction of
the Sea
The Sea.

Dreams of chasing
Mr.M.Dick,
while standing on his
gondola
clutching
a stick.

These waters are too smooth,
their hues too blue-
No mighty harpoon,
No pull of the moon.
Nor dishes of fishes
and kelp.
Help.
He’s marooned on a
flat-bellied bucket!

One day,
Transfixed
He’ll let slide this
Stick
And float out to
the Sea.
The Sea.