Bathroom Shelf Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The ship became larger and larger
Soon it's figure loomed over the horizon
There she could be seen standing.
Tall in a lonely view on the rear deck
Low cut eyes tight fitting clothes
A vacation of formal wear as she stood above where the anchor was docked.
A constant motion of waves lost in thought
She lifted her head slowly as the wind politely caressed her face
The roaring of the ocean echoed through her ears
The liberation of watching the sun bathe in the ocean.
Illustrious she thought
Watching the sun propose it's marriage to the moon
Baring witness now surrounded by a nursery of stars
Without an ring they became engaged with the look of each other's eyes.
Layers of the ocean overlapped with one another
Shimmering the reflection of the moons glee
The temperature dropped harboring feelings of self doubt
The perception that her finger would remain naked
Second guessing the virtue of patience
There she stood a plastic figurine
on a ship in a glass bottle
Where everything remained the same on the bathroom shelf