The Barua sea is my old sea by the stranger’s house where I had slept a night. It was a monotone that drowned my child’s fears.
The monotone kept coming through my adulthood and now that I am old I yearn for the monotone to drown my old fears.
At midnight my head hums with the old sea, it’s monotone coming on the tops of casuarina trees sweeping an old sky.
Whenever I have a head cold the old sea comes and drowns all my other sounds.