Close to Shore
She Yearns
Anchored in the Bay
She gently Rocks-
back and forth
the handling
hull scrubbing
commotion
Delays-
the Captain draws
long breaths
leaning forward
into the Journey
Ahead-
everyday the comings
and goings intensify,
the Hesitaters
kick sand on the beach
looking at their feet
should I go or should I stay?
The volume rises, the pitch
Escalates
Anticipation Magnifies
Until one morning
the Bustle gone
we wake to an unsettling
Stillness,
peering across the Water
there She is
a shape in the distance
dissolving into the Horizon
while the sand kickers
continue shuffling
one foot to another,
She is on her Way
valiantly focused
on catching the Wind
in her sails
meeting each Wave
Evenly
Never to Return as She Left
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Photograph by Nick Zungoli
Beautiful! It is incredible but true how the feet shuffling sand think of the ocean in terms of sand. I see that ship sailing and, I promise you Kiki, my feet are not kicking sand, at some point I’ll just miss the ship.
Love you!
Beautiful and poignant image Ignacio, Merci, Merci!
Beloved Kiki, Our ship has already sailed!! You are glowing in the horizon guiding all the sand shufflers with your brilliant words!
See you in the world. Love you much! Christina
If I could draw a heart right “here” I would. This key board limitless and limited won’t allow it…
Thank you! xoxo <3
A million images and interpretations rush through my head Keren! The desperate souls seeking asylum as they cross the Mediterranean, the brave ones who leave their comfort zone to face the unknown, to name but two……what wonderful words my dear x
Wow Andrea you have opened my eyes to a whole other side by mentioning thaw asylum seekers…Can you believe me when I say that even though I have been following that closely, I didn’t realize how much it influenced me? Weird, the images that seep in, bury themselves, then rise masked! Thank you Andrea!
There is so much to connect with, at so many levels, Kiki. Those times when I was the hesitater, and those times when I said “yes” to the journey, always coming back changed. This evokes the sentiment — one never regrets the things one does in life, only the things one didn’t do — but ever so much more eloquently. xoxo
Dera Claire how beautifully put! Thank you for that. It is true one regrets mostly the things one didn’t do…
xoxox
Great poem, Kiki. My first thought was also of the asylum seekers.
Wow, interesting, we are going to have more and more of them…