May 09, 2006 - Isla Mujeres, Mexico

Bygone

The ocean looks like satin sheets at dusk,
slip covering all sight of land beneath
burnt ocher, umber, sienna stirred blue.
My vessel, dipped waist deep in
reflecting sun’s last smoldering array,
leagues removed of asphalt and tangled feathers -
sedately gliding to better destinations.

Never mind the rust mulled barge a long way back,
trailing behind as dead weight towed -
blemish on this smooth expanse.

I would turn around, hail, bid him find another course
for this journey is my own -
but my sails are set, the radio scrambled,
and if I tried to swim the length
I fear the gleaming sea would engulf this body
in her calculated fake silk evening dress,
silently claiming me.

posted by mahi at 9:13 PM

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