I am currently sitting on a settee

On a lonely beach in Northern Spain

The slow tide is only metres away

It has been suggested to me

That I should write a surreal poem

I have never ever written a poem

As I am an engineer by profession

Small bridges in large cities

Are my known speciality

But I will write this surreal poem

Even though I have lost my blue pen

It is I am strongly led to believe

Under these saturated cushions