Jetty
Feb 21, 2021
I stand on the jetty
assume it is sturdy
protected from the tides.
The rhythm belies me
the ebb and flow of years
despite feeling frozen inside.
This temporary footpath
I wander on
longing for fertile soil.
From a distance I covet
a trail well travelled
the ordinary turmoil.
Wistful what ifs
such imaginings
desperate bids to be.
Windows like mirrors
frame warm incandescence
reflecting another me.
I stand on the jetty
eroded by hauntings
hoping to be transformed.
And reckoning with
another hard swallow
to avoid being swept by the storm.
