Poem of the Month: May 2010

The Voyage Out



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On the third day out I get it, the sea
Is not one thing, it constantly transforms
Itself, in an unthinking majesty
Tapestries horizons with sun or storms.
And then lying here, rocking to and fro
On its soothing and gentle amniotic swell,
I loosen thoughts of home, and let them go,
So my shipwrecked heart can start to heal.
What promise for me, what spirit salve,
When unanchored here I find at last,
Something has shifted, giving me resolve
To let hope aboard, jettison the past.
The sea has granted me a chance to live,
Led us maybe to a safe harbour, love.

© James Nash 2010