Why I Live Near Water I need the stretch of horizonand sea winds that let me knowthe world is constantly in motion,that dust travels continentswith my lost hats. I am not immune to stormsand enormous waves crashing the coastor the sign that says Tsunami Zone.But I am not leaving. As the sea freed me, let it take me. I am comforted by boats in their slipsin the harbor, the pilings reflected in the water,the sailboats empty of sails,their slight rocking. I listen for the sea lion’s gruffnessas they haul out on to the docks,those adolescent, annoying barks,and the cormorant, its black lengthymissile of a body hurtling into the sky. The…