In The Boat
This time it felt
just like a premonition.
In the dream,
I felt like a ghost -
I was there with you
transparent to your sight
you looked right through me
not seeing me.
My love for you
keeps these dreams alive
But I must be
strong and sober,
yet even amethyst could not
prevent the intoxication
of these memories.
There is something familiar
about the place -
I recognize in the distance,
somewhere, the Cape Fear river
empties into the ocean.
There by the water
we stood
yet you did not see me.
I watched you enter your sailboat.
I tried to call out
but I was so scared
of loosing you.
I watched you drift away,
fading out of sight.
The poet Anne Sexton
wrote of her great rowing
toward God.
The boat I enter
takes me back in time -
back to you.
By Bruce Whealton – April 2009
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In the Boat – Poem by Bruce Whealton
