Frank Prem

way poem #17: boat to the island

boat
the current calls

 

will you carry me

 

unfurl your sail
then let us drift together
beneath the sun

 

the lazy breeze
knows me well
and to where I’m bound

 

~

 

boat
raise a little wake
for me

 

that I might feel the salt
and spray
as though we sail
for pleasure

 

my friend the breeze
has riffled my shirt
and you
are steadfast

 

~

 

boat
let’s circle once
this island

 

the surf
broken on a shoal

 

the harbor

 

then tell the breeze
that I am ready
to ride the current
and her sweet luff
home

 

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