ark

I sailed out
and not a sign of songbirds
I listened to the ocean
and its mournful sway

I have made an ark of my days
no graceful vessel
but a makeshift shelter
in which to stay 

I have made a wreck of my days
and would be done with it
but an ark is a cathedral
by another name

listen to the songbirds
in the cold grey water
songbirds perch
on the endless wave

songbirds sing
in clear blue water
gentle waters
sing for day

harbour lights

untouchable is what we become
unreachable by anyone

an old boat
holed and beached
adrift in memory

fingers of the restless sea
clawing the shingle for purchase

grant us peace and grace
the shelter of a much-loved face

and harbour lights
harbour lights
as we turn to face the night
untouchable

[first posted 7 Feb. 2015]

pebbles for a prize

in a cabin with no number
on a ship without a name
on a sea with no location
inspiration never came
to the shaky old right hand
and the notebook and the pen
of a man who was commanded
to go sailing once again
today it was not granted
today it won’t arrive
I am washed up on the shore
with only pebbles for a prize

[first posted 1 December 2014]