Sail erected,
call it ‘Hope’
Location
dialed in
Saboteurs
asleep
Done with
party persona,
inalterable
generalities
Ready to cater
to the awake
Willing to believe
in dreams
There’s a calm
opening, and
Sail is erected,
call it ‘Hope’.
Sail erected,
call it ‘Hope’
Location
dialed in
Saboteurs
asleep
Done with
party persona,
inalterable
generalities
Ready to cater
to the awake
Willing to believe
in dreams
There’s a calm
opening, and
Sail is erected,
call it ‘Hope’.
We sail, determined,
and yet, the destination
is not of our choosing,
charted by memories
and the inadequacy
of words, language
faltering in foreign
depths.
We are islands,
formed out of
convenience
afraid to open
our foundational hatch,
face the illicit truth,
unwilling to examine
the precariousness
of our plot,
unable to pay
the price,
prefer the buoyant
arrogance
of pretence,
faith relying on
the ungrounded
swell of the ocean
to rebirth us.
(Inspired by a dream and written to conform to the daily prompts of Fandango: memory, Ragtag Community: open, and Daily Addictions: convenience. Thanks all for the fuel. Photo from personal collection.)
Time
exists…
…in moments
fleeting
intervals
that pass…
a vast ocean
stretching…
we are but tiny sails
the water pulls
I am tethered
prefer concrete
to uncertainty
not ready to launch.