Moored—A Poem by Sanguine Woods

Art By Amani Hanson.

——

I have seen Life’s face
Today and I am somber
(Unsettled may be best);
Shall the face of He be so
Bewildered? So
Shadowed—
So sequestered?
As if I could reach out a
Sparkling arm to Life—a lifesaver—
In time—before his mighty hulk
Descends into the deep
Water—? What lies
Beneath my Hope?
What burrows sub-level
I my heart’s wet chambers?
The cold Atlantic water will
Swallow him up
, when all he
Ever really wanted was tether,
Dock, harbour. Within
A circle of belonging.
A calm little cove that says:
Welcome.
Again
And again and
Again.

——

(c)2022 by Sanguine Woods

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