Two : Alone

Alone,
charting wakes on the turbid
surface of deep oceans.
A single sail,
Billowing in the scarce winds
Forgotten strands from the storms
Of yesterdays.

Carrying blisters full of memory
Dreams and fears.
Alone in the wide open space.
Stars reluctant for company
And clouds distant and foreboding,
Ever changing colours of the horizon.

Vastness, empty, soulless
A few seagulls for company.
The shore must be close
Though I cannot see it yet.
I can hear the waves crash
And imagine the swaying palms.

Maybe the mist does not want my sail
To fall limp today,
Maybe I should go along…

Maybe some day I will find my shore.

28/3/2002