Poem: Driftwood Journey

 

Driftwood Journey

 

sinewy flute

salted and stout,

keys and stops

squatted by shells,

 

once a bough,

then brined by waves

 

when a gusty birth sailed you

off a fare-thee-well cliff,

 

christened you flotsam.  and then 

the sea adventured you, forged you

 

bolder than birch bark,

the smallest of kayaks, you

 

wrestler of stormy gallops 

and frothy manes, you

rider of so many rearing rolling  

dragon necks, you  

wizened and raw wizard,

so long lost, you--

 

until a final glide of whispery sheens

established, once more, 

this earthen world.

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8/28/24 eds