dismay, delight
frustration, exhilaration
how can you be here
how can you be in this place
a haven
but so completely away from my life
you're not here
you can't be here
how can
silence
wind
solitude
be the companion that waits for me here
but you are here
the scent of you is here
i shake my head
it's the island
it's plants, the trees, the flora of the island that i smell
it's not you
i lay back on the deck
silently, quietly
the wind continues to caress my skin
and the fog sweeps back in
it overwhelms the stars
the moon succombs too
it is all gone
just the wind
the fog and i
shaking my head
didn't help
not one little bit
you're still there
alone
forever, my forever, it really has been forever
i have known you
the scent is still there
it's been entwined in my life
hidden all the time
but always there
i draw it in
deeply
allowing it to enter me deeply
it's strange how it calls to me
it's strange how it seems so familiar
i could swear this was the first time
i had ever known you
alone
gone
it's gone
the wind is gone
the fog is back and encompassing
gone too
are you
my aloneness is gone
much to do
a boat doesn't look after itself
scrubbing
tending
lines to be checked
each rope, each sheet, each line
carefully checked, caressed and treated with tenderness
my life depends on this boat
carries me through life
bears me safely through the waters
needs to be cared for
the sails
laid out and checked
stress points eased
a fold that may turn into a tear
smoothed and laid back to rest
the wood
the most beautiful part
grained and worn
oiled and sanded
i hesitate
that wind
is back
the scent is back
arghhhhhh
back to tending
forget the scent
forget the wind
working from the bow to the stern
oiling the wood
feeling the grain
drawing out the fine tones of the wood
from the weather and sea worn timbers
it takes time
to tend to a boat
but once done
beautiful
i stand and admire
bathed in the moon light
bathed in the star light
the fog is gone again
i barely noticed
i didn't notice
alone with my boat
my companion
made of wood, rope and sail
the wind still lingers
if the boat is my companion
the wind is
fickle, sensuous and ever present
powerful, persuasive
tempting
the wind draws me from safety
into adventure
into storms
into beauty
life stands still when there is no wind
life becomes bland
the more powerful
the more persuasive
the bigger the adventure
and carries you
you who have always been there
carries you to me
and me to where
where does the wind carry me
alone
with my companion
oiled
sweaty
stained
tired
and weary
my companion looks beautiful
for our next adventure
alone
fleetingly
you're there again
that wind
bringing you to me
i hate the wind
i love the wind
movement
on the shore
on the beach
why would i think
i was alone
the sounds of the sky
the sounds of the sea
and the sounds of the land
flow in on me
why would i think that
there are many around
in the sea, in the air and on the land
amazing
that i missed them
immersed in myself
and my companion
they are all around
everywhere
fish
birds
crabs
noises everywhere
movement everywhere
and you
on the shore
is it you
on the shore
it is you
on the shore
always
i have known you
and the wind
has brought me to you
alone
both alone
(C) Copyright Luke Visser 2014 (written Oct 2014)
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