Til My Ship Comes In
Becalmed on a sea of smoke
a nowhere that could be anywhere
I made an indigo wind
to fill my sails.
"It's just enchantment, " you said,
"It's not personal." as
the voyage began
to tick down
kiss by kiss, bookmarks
in the wildness
floating your stopwatch eyes.
"Time's up!" you said,
and changed the rules.
I thought everything not experimental
was forbidden, but it seems heartbreak
will ruin a boat.
The shipwreck was easy,
but the distance to shore
was a bitch. Still
but still,
better to drown
than to straddle a broken bench
and bleed, bailing a sinking boat
with no bottom.
April 2024
Images: Boat of the Mermaid, ©Sabin Balasa via internet Fair Use
A Rocky Shore, Iona ©Samuel Peploe, via internet Fair Use
