Two Poems
A boat that's far away
There’s nothing quite like a boat that's
far away
Meandering down a river or
sails unfurled at the mouth of a bay
Walking the rocky shoreline
minding the sail’s silhouette
more than where I place my steps
I want to go where it is going
Rising and falling from swell to swell
But if I was there
I would not be here along the shore
My feet rising and falling from rock to rock
I would not see the boat that's far away
and be able to appreciate it
to marvel at the view
imagining journeys and destinations
which I will never know
Was This a Moment?
This is a moment
as is this
and this
and this
Sitting on this beach
I watch the waves work away
I feel the rocks and sand beneath
me and
they are comforting
Resting on these rocks which keep
me held to this spot as
I am nowhere else
Walking from the surf is an Asaro Mudman
he points the tip of
his spear in
my face and says in a language which
I cannot understand
Searching far and wide for
my long-lost soul has brought
me here. Might
you be
he
Crying
he is sullened as
I reply
I am not
I have been lost only a short while