A precarious calm has settled in…. Will it last? Will I abandon ship after all and make a break for the other ship sailing along in the distance?
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The waves have subsided
But just below the placid surface
Another tempest may be brewing
Neither of us dares to test the waters
Who will be the first to broach the subject
Of trying to sail again?
If we decide to make a go of it
Who will take the helm?
Be responsible for trying to steer
This broken, battered vessel
Toward the distant shore
I long to be on solid ground
Sure-footed and secure
Ship firmly anchored to the dock
Where we can begin to make repairs
Tired, drenched and shivering
In the chill of the evening
I meant to remain silent
But a sigh escapes my lips
You think it is one of relief
It is, rather, one of deep longing and regret
As I watch the other ship – the sturdy ship
Sail off over the horizon
Illuminated by the pink glow of sunset
It looks all the more appealing.
© 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon
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