Just 3 days offshore and my bones feel
like heavy bilge stones inside
the mattress of my body~
my shipwrecked eyes can barely see
far enough for freeboard hope
and ribboned blood moves as if it’s
turned blue without you
I sleep in a quarter berth of
dampened driftwood dreams
that lay on the sands of doubt while
wayward waves slam the ship
with salty bombshells working through
the night to gnaw my marrow
If you return to the slip to find my
ring of fire circumnavigation has
killed me once and for all
I want to apologize
Your Kevlar lines were the
only thing keeping us entwined

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015