Drifting Desire

Arias carry me along the sea

a thought drifted on timber inspirations

and ripples of mistakes

no muse to show the way

—-no trail in the endless deep

—-unaware of the drink, the drift

leading still beneath the sun

a projection of bare foot

longing for the stories

sunsets never told.


2 thoughts on “Drifting Desire

    • Believe it or not, that line, and that opener, leaped into being after an afternoon spent listening to loggers talk about the processes by which forests used to be felled and drifted downriver…drifting timber inspirations indeed!
      I should very much love to spend time on a ship of dreams, however. Particularly if it was either A. Spacebound or B. heading toward Hawaii in about a month. It gets cold here.

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