Thursday, May 9, 2024

Sonnet 218

 





There are reasons to set off to the seas

Or travel across continents searching 

for dreams; following adventures in breeze.

Every Spring’s vow is full of hope bursting


To grow; to prosper in nature’s harbor.

 “If you are going to San Francisco” 

Wear flowers and dance in total ardor;

Summers are long - so dress in calico.


And in the winter, when the currents change;

As winds race across the cradle’s holding

The days may turn into years as strange

As a vertical carousel’s folding.


A classical molding into a stage

Of waxing and waning forces containing

All things inward - away from the sea’s wage;

For the bay seems still while storms are churning…

        

        Never intended to be here always. 

Now the sea beckons: saying come away.









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