04 April 2008

today's poem

I am an object always in transition

and I am told
I learn everything the hard way

near the harbor a magestic ship thrust its bow
skyward then sank

a fare-thee-well to the coming

the queen had given it her name
and it was china laden

and rich in other promise-
making vessels

I don’t heed rules
often enough, I guess

I make all kinds of mistakes
in my mind

I fell in love
and try to stay there

a harbor seal suns lazy
where the ship was