Classic Poem

If my mother had had her way I would have been a priest
And if my love had had her way I would have been a good son
And a good father and a good lover. But I was none of these.
I was born too late. I came late in the day when the men
Had all come in from the sea and the women were close to
Their fires. I came before the moon had gone far in the sky
And it was all the warmth I got. It and its cold copper
Breast were my mother. I returned to the sea. I never learned
The language about the fireside and the fishnets. I was not
Cold for I was not warm. There is a fire in the sea with
No anger. I never was warmed there nor by any fire. And storms
End in rainbows with neither warmth nor cold. I am too
Restless to sit waiting for a rainbow to explode. I returned
To the sea. And the sea had no doors or windows from then on.