Saturday, December 1, 2018

Your Turn (Day 682)


When it was your turn you made 

your own plans


not quite the way you envisioned this 

day of course back when you could 


still squint into a sun-drenched future

rife with years of unfraught celebrations


as the ferry pulled away leaving

in its dark wake a trail of intricate lace 


rain poured from lavender-gray clouds 

slumped low over the bay 


and the gentle pitch and roll lured you 

to the bow  face streaked with rain 


and spray salty as tears  you marveled 

at how the years had passed since 


you last thrilled to mountainous swells

face-forward out into a granite sea


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Lumpytrout (CC BY-SA 4.0)

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