Sail
I sail a sliver of a
silver boat
canvas snapping round
the bend
heat and wind follow in
my wake as
I sail a sliver of a
silver boat
I avoid the arc of
surrender –
scan the horizon for
helpmates
but in the end in a
splendid splash
of archaic modernism I
bend to the
curve of the slap of the
sail around
the bend of this spinning
marble and
pick up my single stitch
of shine – my
tiny trip in this
colossal sea as I sail
my sliver of a silver
boat – alone the
scent of frangipani,
futility and hope
pushing me onward … ever
onward
