So long

So long

A boat full of wounded words,

Moods of who-started-first

Bruised the sailor;

A boat, still a boat,

It wants to sail, it’s kept ashore,

Blemished in the pulpy floor.

The sweet waves beckon me,

I cannot sail without the boat,

I look around, see crowds of wooden

Thoughts on the tired shore;

Fresh waters calling; all or none,

To plunge in space for everyone.

Chirps of raindrops flower the land

But boats unaffected, unmoved

We are trapped all of us

Breathing smooth water now and then

A boat, still a boat my only avail;

It works for all when set to sail.

To eager water my very first step,

To these mountains a promised ride,

Holes are filled, weights overthrown

Water to absolve and release the rest,

I imagine the sight of moving along,

Words to water waiting so long.