sorry but I wasn’t really listening
only hearing the murmur of your voice
along the beach
the tapping of a rook upon the chimney
the rattling of canvas
and the timbers creak
I was setting sail that’s all
now that the wind is up
putting out to sea upon a breeze
to the place I go when I’m on my own
and in good company
the island
the island waits for me
[first posted 3 July 2013]
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