utterly boundless was i

though called in by the harbour.

it's walls like womens thighs

inviting me,

yet coldly tall to my rowing boat

feeling impenetrable, until,

i saw the steps running down to me;

had they been children

i would have wept.

on climbing the steps,

moving from the briny blue

to the white light of land,

i climbed out of one isolation

into another.

we knew nothing of each other.

the towns lips were closed

as were mine.

i ate, that atleast was good

and late i walked alone,

waiting for someone,

or something, to catch my arm,

to turn me around, make me smile.

i had forgotten how, and

i felt let down, disappointed.

 

Steve 2006