poetry

maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea 

ee cummings

The author writes: I have thought much about  a seasteading concept in which the economy of the entire seastead is based on the manufacture of hydrogen, from windmills, wave and stream energy.  I picture it as  a modern day oil state, except it makes no oil, but it instead hydrogen and sell it to the big markets as fuel, for the benefit of the people who life there and take care of the installations. And as we all agree, it myst be in the sea.