meditation

as the wind dies
the sails grow slack
the ship relaxes
and settles into the sea

the taut anticipation
the nervous energy that drives the bow
into the endless water
stops

the sea now is still
placid as frozen waters
all the racing to nowhere ceases
and the cutter is alone
bereft of gulls and spray
void of urgent destination
her thoughts now rest
on wet and sun
and loss

dg

5/6/09

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