When My Ship Comes In

Posted: July 31, 2010 in My Poetry
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I walk out alone
on this warping pier,
again and again,
searching the horizon
for a ship that never comes.

If I stand looking at the water
too long, studying
the way the light shatters
from a broad wash of gold
into thousands of tiny suns:
infinity on the water,
no one notices or cares.

I have become a familiar figure here;
my back a crooked question
no one else can hear.
Always watching for a savior;
a ship that never comes.

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Comments
  1. slpmartin says:

    I like the way you’ve taken a traditional line and given it new meaning…well done.

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