I am lost somehow for a moment
my thoughts fly away like the albatross high in the sky
I am sailing on a corsair sails snapping
hair whipping behind me in a steady ocean wind
My hand is on my hip skirt hitched sea leg steady
And now I have returned again to this place
I am standing on a rock, solid granite immovable
And the air is still
I rest here with the robin
I am torn like the last pages of a book.
spoils of war?
what ending would you have written?
Somehow it makes me feel stronger
to imagine a story with my own ending
I paint my words with purpose
Each stroke is sure
My hand is steady
but I find my mind drifting
to star charts and ocean currents
my spirit yearns for adventure
I close my eyes
If you don’t put me first
and you have told me you won’t