Speaking With The Seabird

In the quiet

I listened to the boat,

It never spoke out loud,

Just yawned and stretched

In the way of the sea,

And of course the teak

And the brass and the canvass

Whispered in the language

You only hear inside

Your head, your being,

No, no, I never tried

To wash or wish away

The previous owners,

The spirit of the Wrohans

Would ride the waves with us,

And in this mystic conversation

With the Seabird,

I knew we would be friends.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:24 PM April 24, 2015


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