Oct 17, 2011

Wind, Water and Wings

Wind, Water and Wings

The sail flutters at five knots
onward, the ballooned curtain
now one with the wind,
spreads its patched white wings and
lunges me ahead.

A knot for every year.

The taste of fresh salt
floods my all-seeing eyes and unmutes
the songs of the wind and wild water
splashing the lapels of the fishing yacht.

The net will never see dead fishes again--
or hooks, or baits or promiscuous men.
The Noah’s Ark will rescue hope:
harbour unions of the wind, water and wings
to cleanse my world again.

Not shunned by
the tiresome journey of unsaid words.

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