Tuesday, October 7, 2008

mayday



they brought in the boat

looked out, sad yet watchful

waves lapped their feet prising sand away from under their heels.

dunes on dunes

crest topped with foam

they carried a witness amongst them

wouldn't speak, wouldn't cry

wouldn't turn back...

a shadow registers

gulls passing convict imaginations

eyes rinsed with brine

eyes raised with brine

to search once more the fluid horizon of hope...