- Vol. 03
- Chapter 10
SailThe diving boards are gone from the rocks,
the chained raft is loose and lost,
but the same waves lick the day into shape.
Though my eyes are closed, I know
my skin’s the shade of candyfloss,
the breeze teasing years away
to days of arcades and Ferris wheels,
spinning high and kissing strangers
because I could, building lighthouses
of sand, hope and aspiration
to see beyond the smudged horizon,
so far that I see myself
now. Thoughts are origami boats
folded from teen mags, pin-ups,
lipstick messages in drained bottles,
with ice cream sails that billow
like swirled cotton skirts, dancing
with dazzled gulls on a summer pier.
There’s no shadow in the light that flickers
on closed eyelids; no threat
in the whispered promise of the endless sea.