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.
My Swelling Heart 