Saturday, March 8, 2014

Small Town Blues





Let this journey,
One calamitous night, terminate
And reach, like the moon's beam,
That ancient brightness
Glistening across the inseparable
Hypnotic waves,
Beckoning to that other side?
Who tempts them
Far, far, away
Across the shore-less
Uninhabited coast line,
A distant fire burns
Far, far away,
They shall come to pass.


We too have sailed
by her stark cliffs,
numerous times
Without a map or co-ordinate,
Lulling through the calm of it all
While in our hearts
We knew a lighthouse
Raged far out to sea
Signaling for signs
We waited and listened for,
Hope, like blatterwrack drooping
Through the cleansed hands
And the sure oars resistance
Vibrating the azure light
And the drying shells
Detached in the whiteness
Out of sight and underfoot
Unnoticed like the truth
Measured in the lunar cycle
Of tides glanced like regrets?


Yet overhead- there is but one
Season, always painted that colour-
The Gulls decry, its estranged name
Tormenting like Lovers- this world
Far beneath where we are? moved
Or move- as the voyagers of fate
Renewing our vows on the salt
And pebbles cleansed in the vastness
Of these lonely small town coastal
Girls with their shipwrecked women
Whose boyfriends never matured
And whose husbands have gone
Like Penelope's, 30 year awaiting-
In her tidy nursing home, now,
Quite faded, but always asking
To be told the daily news
About that captain, she can
No longer hear nor see anymore.