After the Storm

After the storm 
And hounding waves,
The coastline changed.
I haven’t the memory
Of where rocks used to be
Or sand banks curved.
 
This boat has drifted
Further from shore.
In the mist, I peer
Over the edge to find
Sunken dark shadows and
A quivering reflection of myself.
 
The seagull’s long soliloquy
Echoes across a glass bay.
In my mind of fogged mirrors,
I squeak-rub clear patches
With my shirtsleeve
Only to catch my own eye.
 
Buoys scatter across the harbor.
I tie off my boat and follow,
Downward with my eyes,
The mucked chain 
Toward its foundation,
Dissolving into darkness.

The dVerse prompt for today, provided by Anmol, is to write a confessional.

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19 thoughts on “After the Storm

    1. I like this idea! I actually hadn’t thought of it that way, but it makes sense. To me the dissolving chain represented trying to remember something or remember your way back to something (or how the pieces connect), but the memory is now too faded and you can’t see it clearly. Thanks for the comment!

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