Lorelei recalled
Serene siren,
my fellow traveler,
slightly unwilling argonaut-friend:
Our listing ship sails
to exotic nights spent abroad,
our shared shock, recalling,
irons and stoves
left burning back home;
cheek-to-warm-cheek's ginger foxtrot
to lilting empathy's strains
trying hard to miss our feet,
occasionally missing the floor;
blissfully bearing ourselves
gifts of confusion,
running small squeaking thoughts
off the rails;
Two gentle, feared ships
ambling through bus depots, lost,
snagging innocent icebergs
on soft, tangled tethers.
© Jonathan Bohrn (1999) |