Oct 18, 2017

This afternoon
like the convulsions of a mother's womb, 
the place and the circumstances
pushed me out the bay,
despite the weather and the rain.
Drifted out with the wind on my back. 
Like my childhood. 
Then came the time to climb 
and toil back up. 
Only when it was 
the distance of a shout 
from the shore
I stopped 
and looked at the lights 
on the land. 
Despite the cold 
and the rain 
it felt like being cushioned on the clouds. 
In that cerebral moment, 
I yielded to the wind 
and thought of the time when 
it is difficult to say good by.