ADRIFT (BY OLES)
Washed over
by endless waves
this clenching fist
this knotted eye.
Distorted contusions
liked ribbed fish bones
protruding
either side.
A sail
a steady keel
warn thin
by a thousand tides.
What manner of wood
are Ye.
What distant shore
what trauma’s
stormy past
held your seed.
What fate
swept you away
alone to face
this aimless sea.
Beneath this coppery sky
becalmed
shimmering
ten thousand blazing eyes.
Painted idle
wiles of night
glimmer steadfast
in the pale moonlight.
What stories to tell
only you have seen.

Caught in the southerly’s
emerald blast
what helmsman to guide
or steer your path.
Etched by
years of pain
endless fathoms
floating unrestrained.
Ocean’s unseen breeze
lapping waves
abandoned shoreline
granite grey.
A windswept beach
silently clothed
your deep heart’s core
in the crucible of time.
Driftwood
what blessed thought
what fate fulled hand
chained you to my shore.
Pulsing in my palm
once living
now a work
of art.
Unmoored
a sculpted journey
from where all life embarks.
Miles and miles
from where all life embarks.
Miles and miles
from where all life embarks.

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