The gulls above me, wild and free
my song begins to echo theirs
squawks of tuneless noise
as I try to make some sense
or to release something
Watching the breaking waves
from a distance and then up close
I’ve been nowhere
but up and down the stairs
of this hollow and lonely year
It’s hard to remember the good I do
keeping other ships at safe distance
as I patiently await the promised boat
that will return me to the world
and the smiling faces of my family
I fear I’m losing my peace of mind
I sense the loosening pieces
as my happiness erodes
My song goes round and round
as does the light I tend
Wild and free, used to be
the way I chose to live
Wild and free, an impulsive sea
the way I chose to love
I wait so patiently
on that coming boat
that will return me
to the world I used to love…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 