Thursday, July 11, 2013

Burning Ship

What would my life look like
if I ran this ship into the shore,
grounding and burning it to the hull,
looking on in hypnotic terror and
something close to absolute freedom,
to explore this new land,
beyond the foaming rocks
and salty tasting spray,
foreign with new life,
the taste of unnamed fruits
running in the deep brush,
burning under the
high sun of a new land
with no way home,
maybe to stand in the warm sand,
empty my pockets
and throw the old ways
into the ebbing tide,
carried back to where
they mean something,
not here,
not now,
not ever again,
smelling the charred wood
of my native tree
in this chosen land.

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