.
Here I am
sitting in my little boat
all its life it clung to the dock
afraid to slip free, afraid to sail away
afraid there might be stormy seas out there
.
Here I am
sitting in my tiny little boat
bobbing away from the dock
the anchorage I have known all my life
still afraid there might be high wild seas out there
.
Here I am
the pier receding behind me
bearing away from safe harbor
here I go
sailing off into the unknown
.
Here I am
no longer at anchor
no longer ashore
accepting at last
that life is change.
.
Here I am
sailing alone
accepting at last
that change always involves loss
of some kind or another
.
Here I am
accepting at last
that life is change and change is loss
and loss always involves
death of one kind or another
.
Here I go
sailing away into that setting sun
setting fire to the sea setting fire to the horizon
and the waves are not as frightening
as I thought they would be
.
Here I go
riding the rhythm of that deep sea
Here I go
sailing away
to another shore
.
.
~~~~~©2020 susan williams
Bill, my friend, you have that right. Fear is no way to live life... but may I retain the right to be afraid of spiders- -they are creepy! ! ! I am so glad you enjoyed this poem, Bill, and have set it on your shelf of favorites! !
Smoky, if this poem has eased your soul even a little bit then I am glad that I felt the poem, wrote it, and posted it and if you were the only person to ever read it then I am satisfied it was worth it. Smoky, you just put tears in my eyes. I hope you find more and more life treasures in the years to come.
An insightful piece of poetry! Each stanza stands alone dear poetess. Top marks for this thoughtful write.
Kevin====You are so sensitive to the writings of others, sensitive and erudite and passionate.... you encourage me to go deeper every time you read and comment on my poetry... thank you for never letting me stall out! ! ! !
Rereading this work again, and it swells with so many feelings within me, but most specifically mortality, you get older and the sea becomes larger as the shore becomes further. Weirdly, hearing that silly Alexa voice reciting it doesn't detract from it, but adds to melancholy. Like I said we might as well enjoy the sea before the undiscovered country beckons. One of your finest works, which is saying something because there ALL fine works! .
Hello, Kevin====You are so sensitive to the writings of others, sensitive and erudite and passionate.... you encourage me to go deeper every time you read and comment on my poetry... thank you for never letting me stall out! ! ! !
My dear friend, Kevin====You are so sensitive to the writings of others, sensitive and erudite and passionate.... you encourage me to go deeper every time you read and comment on my poetry... thank you for never letting me stall out! ! ! !
Mahtab, I thought I replied to your comments already but there are no sign of them anywhere. I know I complimented your poetic take on my poem. You did a good job on it! ! ! ! I'm glad you liked my poem so much it inspired you! ! !
Here I go riding the rhythm of that deep sea Here I go sailing away to another shore......beautifully written the life has to go to another shore...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahahahahahahaha- -dang, I was a busy little critter then! ! ! ! ! Thank you, Mj, for reading my stuff so consistently and coming back for more! ! ! Thank you for faving this and giving it a perfect 10! ! ! ! ! ! !