the sun bounces off the waters
glimmering shimmers blinding
all those peering eyes until the
clouds intervene and a rippling
monotony is seen passing by;
specks of fishing boats bounce
up and down in the distance
whose location is only relative
with one's imagination and the
need for complete accuracy;
wave wakes push us along
without the need for sail or wind
and we glide forward like a bird
who grew tired of flapping wings
and soaring around on currents;
"land ho," off the port bow today
but not the starboard as it has been
and onward we glide... onward...
a journey of desperation and escape
carrying only our figments of time
we hope to one day reassemble
and if and when that day returns,
it will be when our destination is
reached and we deliberately
disembark from all the rest...
and yet, no statue will await us,
only currents of our memories.
27May15
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