miles from,
all shore lines,
past horizons
where beachcombers
might perchance,
sight this speck,
of my craft on this ocean,
where I have discovered that,
on the cusp of each wave,
swirl my many emotions,
bottled up with my feelings,
still unread by most eyes,
as I gaze at the skies.
Cloudless blue arcs above me,
aqua green curls below me,
till they merge in a blur,
under a shimmering sun,
and it is here I concur,
solitude reigns supreme,
as I float all alone,
above seabeds and dream.
Way out here I am sure
man is truly alone,
cast off,
from all he loves,
soil, plants, docks and home,
lover's lips, fleshy depths,
empty shells in the past,
divorced from dry ground,
wed to waves crest and foam.
Left to fend for himself,
or by failure atone,
many wrecks hold the remnants,
of lonely men's bones,
submerged here beneath ripples,
of yesterdays sorrows,
and today's latest poem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis ~Summer 2004
