10 Nov 2014


See us. Touch us
Land lock ed we stare sightless
Towards horizons more distant
Moment by moment
Ours for the keeping
Days are our decades
Wading the centuries like shallows
choking interminable seas
Attend us at our vigil
Beckoning and receding
Strewn in littoral abandon
Envy blooms like rust 
Life eddies around us
Fixed, we dream of irony
Men left to watch
Never to leave
Salt tears on blank faces
We who signify
The Leaving
must never.
Poised at embarkation
Our ship has sailed
Resolute as the shore empties to the moon
Time is pinioned
In feet of sand