Caught away from the dock
Caught away from the dock,
My ship anchored
In the shipyard of a momentary withdrawal,
Your request from Facebook
Pitches the messenger,
The well-equipped sailor knocking
At the door
Of my otiose retreat, already gathering dust
And rust. A wreck
Dressed in the skeleton of a poet.
The ship's parts paralyzed by disuse,
Its hull barely bearing
Its weight, barely holding its sails,
Let me take your call,
The thunderous voice in a benevolent storm,
As the shipwright
And tow my ship back into action.
Whether there be
Deep angles and high curves
Or the smooth carpet of a path,
I'll soon release
The refurbished ship's anchor
And join you
In a voyage across the high seas
To the elusive point
Where we will not only catch
A rare fish,
But scoop out gold
From the fossils of an abandoned ship.
Topic(s) of this poem: life
Form: Free Verse
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