Lately--
a lot lately--
I have thought of being offshore out of sight of land for days and days.
The swells come from faraway--a to-ing and a fro-ing,
but no comfort found.
When you are at the beach, do you think of me?
Do you shade your eyes as you look out to sea,
thinking perhaps my sail might arise into view?
I know the course homeward,
but I have my doubts--
a lot of doubts--
should I bring my boat in,
will there be no hands to receive me?
Lately I have thought a lot of being offshore out of sight of land for days and days.
No comments:
Post a Comment