a speedboat zooming in and out of victim’s livesracing solo, jumping hurdles zealously
a zigzag here and there without a backwards glancea vortex voiding eyes of innocence
overpowered by a roar, a rev, a VROOM;voracious as a barracuda on the prowl.
Until one day my engine crashed and burned,
left me floating in rough waters all alone.
I saw a sailboat sparkling in the sun
with glassy ripples flowing rhythmically,
found YOU at the cockpit, calm and cool
emanating peace as seagulls soared in harmony.
Your silent treatment blew my mind
as the wind slapped life into me
misty water splashed, cooled me down
a mix of salt and fish aroma wakening.
And all at once I knew the truth-
the wheel was not my own to navigate.
You are the wind, my guide in life.
I’ll let you sail this boat from here on out.
Copyright © 2012 Hannah Gosselin ~ Pier Post Persisting
Poetic Bloomings: #59 Water
Picture - Courtesy of Hannah Gosselin at Real Toads Sunday Challenge