SEA SONG

The sea calls.
A Siren, she sings
'til I answer,
ghost along in my boat,
main fat with the breeze,
tiller quivering happily,
at last to be set free.

Ocean transforms
into deepwater hue.
Shore falls away.
Fellow travelers,
white dots on blue,
head for faraway places, too.

Connected now only to water,
breath quickens
in the brine sweetened air

The landlubbers.
How can they stand
being so stuck to the ground?

Pris Campbell
Copyright 11/10/2000

Music: Ocean Song
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