Passages
First Light
written by: Gerry Stefanson
@gerry_stefanson
Queue in line to gain a berth,
trunk to be checked.
Dock to gangplank, motion
sway, as feet feel deck.
Sails flap, then crack
as rope strains, gain sea legs.
Then free, as in past as in before.
Kraken below storms above,
bitterness in departure adventure afar
guided by sky chart and star.
Knowledge of floatage never
guarantees safe passage.
Comings and goings
life on the sea,
the price to be
contracted
at a much later fate,
the sailors lament.
NOTE:
Passages series photography by Kumiko Hawkes – Shizen Photography
MAY 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords Press
Born and raised on the prairies of Manitoba Canada, along the Red River and just south of Lake Winnipeg. Then Alberta and ten years in the Rockies, just above Montana. The last decade in the Canadian Gulf Islands. People, ideas and stories set the stage of my poetry and writing. Music and art fill my days and verse fills my head. I feel the fortunate one and share this world with my life partner.
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