As I looked down
At the treasure
In my hands
The wind came up
Behind me…
Like a lover
Played with my hair
Blew in my ear
And laughed.
Pirates live
For such moments,
And
No different.
Am I.
I took what
I could stow
In pockets
And leather pouches
And buried the rest
As all good
Pirates are oft
To do
Lest
What I have
Be taken
By law
Or crook.
No X
To mark the spot
No map
But my mind
Which cannot
Be stolen like
So many
Others.
Then the wind
Came back
But not with a
Lover's touch
But with force
And warning…
The Sea's breath
Is like that
And those
Who know Her
Can hear
Such warnings.
I set out
Dingy silent
Except for the
Gentle sound of water
Against well worn
Wood,
And saw lanterns
Floating in the night
Searching
But never finding
Me,
Or my treasure,
I laughed,
And the wind
Stole my laughter.
