sailing now

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.



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.