October 11, 2019
Photo by Barbara Klipper
A Poem by Barbara Klipper
With sails furled, oars stowed,
Or massive engines stalled while heavy anchors rest silent beneath the swell,
The boats and ships sit proud in the bay.
Row boat bobbing gently,
Cruise ship sitting placid,
Waiting to disgorge its cargo of pleasure- and souvenir-seeking souls.
On the shore, I marvel at it all.
They, so buoyant and calm on the porous sea,
While I, on solid land, sink beneath the roiling waves of my own thoughts.