The Faraway
I
am
a boat –
glass-bottomed.
Released to the sea,
I drift dreamily with the tide.
Finding my will’s strength, I float myself to warm waters.
Life beneath me flashes brilliantly; I’m captured and enraptured by the faraway.
Jan. 29, 2017 for the F Form Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Fibonacci - syllables 1/1/2/3/5/8/13/21
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