Becalmed

I thought, if I had accomplished something, how different I would be.
I heard wind hassling halyards on the boats stashed here with me.
I walked out on the floating dock. I walked back to the shore.
A gull disputed aerial space with a crow who wished it more.
They flew. Wind blew. The moored boats stayed tied fast.
I breathed a sigh, and wondered, whether, it would be my last.

2 thoughts on “Becalmed

  1. Wonderful– we of a certain age think this way. Sailors like to hear halyards. We do. Sandra

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