Salvage / Poem by Christine Tabaka

Poem by Christine Tabaka
This old body is failing
from stem to stern.
Rigging creaks and moans,
neglected and forgotten.
Once sunlit sails,
blinding white,
raised upon a breeze,
hoisted high above earthly cares.
I glided on
a sea of dreams,
with thirst
for high adventure.
Vessel now leaky,
with rusted hull
moored at the dock
of unattainable desire.
Listing to one side,
adrift upon unfamiliar waters.
A glowing future
is now the past.
Hawser secure,
I await my tow to
the final salvage yard.
Dismantled in the end.

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