Cold Sailing


Waves enfold waves.

With rolling swell
we rise and fall.

Through deafening static
of storm-struck air
I hear the rigging’s
ringing fear

as under the bridge
titanic ships
plow darker paths
shadowed bay.

With sails engorged,
we fly away!


One thought on “Cold Sailing

  1. This is magnificent – it sweeps the reader along with strong phrases and an underlying rhythm that’s like a current, a swell. I shall read some more of your poems.

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