sailing

sailing now

so close to your shore.

 

when first the chart was drawn

I don’t remember seeing

these rocks and shallows

between my battered boat

and you.

 

then it was

a fair wind on the sea.

gulls and mermaids danced for me

as I set sail

and nothing blocked

my breezy passage

to your beach.

 

now,

within reach,

I am scuppered.

 

throw a rope

or wade out amongst

these salty teeth,

take my prow,

guide me home.

 

photo and poem by clinock.

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