Reaching Out

she made a desperate leap but once more missed the boat had to absolve her failure by swimming in ablution creek the water was murky and viscous but therefore she floated the sheen on her skin blessed her strokes in polluted disguise distant proximity posed a new challenge as she sifted the debris of her sad heart punctured by thrash of emotions and feelings as astern backwash propelled her journey back to its start when she bobbed up and down to the bottom of her resolve she felt the stagnant drift of many years by the ocean shore where she had been unable to set neither sail nor cast an anchor restless and yes apathetic she had watched her rusty engine to stay close to the harbour of uncertainty and bracken water like a bubble from sunken Atlantis buried deep in her soul the missed ferry sank because of too many passengers aboard who attempted to catch the same wavelength of rapid departure and she threw them a lifeline for she knew about safe passage dolphins jumped up and down to the applause of the lighthouse keeper whose beard was so long as to serve as yarn for the rescue sometimes missed opportunities deliver grace in selfless struggle