Love in a boat
The water in the bay is blue and calm
a couple in a sailboat sits close together
he has one hand on the tiller and the other
hand around her waist
she rests her head on his shoulder, eyes
closed, a contented smile on her
full lips
it is so quiet only those two in the world
as the sea gently slaps against the hull
and the sails lazily flap.
That was their moment, whatever
comes after, is secondary to this
moment when two hearts sang in unison
Love in a boat
The water in the bay is blue and calm
a couple in a sailboat sits close together
he has one hand on the tiller and the other
hand around her waist
she rests her head on his shoulder, eyes
closed, a contented smile on her
full lips
it is so quiet only those two in the world
as the sea gently slaps against the hull
and the sails gently flap.
That was their moment, whatever
comes after, is secondary to this
moment when two hearts sang in unison
Just as the wind has come about
And it's time to change tack;
There's a new hand on the tiller
Of the mutinous, rudderless boat;
Now doomed to float aimlessly,
Until it arrives at an uncharted port
Its cargo spoiled, wasted, ruined.
Dragonflies dart and hover over the gleaming water.
Hand on the tiller just idling along
watching for hawks coming out of the sun.
Good place for a smoke and a song
but there's just me and the dog to sing to
and he howls at me when I warble a tune.
My old lady will be fixing bacon soon
and the fish aren't interested in getting caught.
Yet I linger on here watching the scintillations
of flying dragons, not yet hungry enough
to end a daydream.
First there was silence’s unspoken belief
An ocean of primordial nurture
Bright light blinded the meaning
'Let there be darkness shrouded in search'
The Universe an uncalled-for experiment
If one believes in a hand on the tiller
Coined from faith in a material world
Eons later she admits that doom is the prophet
And humanity a failed test of trial and error