Pondering Mariner Poem by Kurt Hearth

Beneath golden sun, hanging high,
in endless indigo heaven.
At the water’s edge, shoeless, I meandered.
In wavelets lapping peacefully, on white sand beach.

With slight interest I watched, silent tern,
soar without effort, ‘cross blue expanse.
Into emerald green, of tranquil deep.
Distant horizon melded.

As silent tern glided o’er, dancing, rolling whitecap.
On unseen, sirocco’s flows, my thoughts traveled.
Their course set, to port so far.
To sojourn awhile, with lover pining there.

Remembering her beauty, shining, tearfilled eyes.
Watching her fade, as the wake left behind.
To be messenger, I urge my thoughts.
Convey to her, she longs not in vain.

The seduction of this beach,
blue skies, rolling sea, warm sun.
To misty blur, pale, as reflections,
of her loveliness, invade my being.

Walking this beach, I now turn back,
make my way to yonder craft.
That with patience, bides.
To set sail again, return to that port so far.

Once again, impatiently I will endure.
Neptune’s moods, calm waters, raging seas.
From atop high mast, with glass I scan.
For land’s end, homeport, and lover waiting, I search.

23Oct09