Yet, my love for the sea

i live in a sluggish existence, slowly crawling
my way to the bottom,
i cannot breath nor drink the sea water; i am
destined to be entombed
in the thick tangle of mud, no more sun above
me. …on my deck seamen
once, anguished faces when a storm blew, my
inquiry of them mute; then
mottled light swam up, my voice appealed for
comfort, “shall i not escape?”
at first an uncertain silence, then it cried in pity.

Copyright © 08/05/2015 fishbonepoetry®


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