Port of Heart

 

(Timely find of an unposted poem.)

I  woke up this morning

and wrote an email–

I wrote a sincere email

to a bitter heart, who’d forgotten

what the real struggle was, if

there really was one.

I woke up and wrote an email

that will probably pass, their port

like a ship in the night, unnoticed

in the darkness of their harbor,

where the buoy is bouncing.

I stood for a few moments

on the harbor floor, at that shore.

The lighthouse out,

walled in by darkness–

rough waves beating against her

and a fog horn sounding

in the distance, striving

to reach

 the shore

  unharmed.

 

Suddenly, and unprompted,

tears welled up,

in that ocean where unseen

small drops of

uncircumcised,

untheorized

and unrelenting

thankfulness

for this day

breathed in the salt sea air

of my own harbor

of my own port

to see the light on there

shining, brighter than before

and knowing a larger sea

which embraces it all.

Reflection: One more time in life someone regurgitated a storm to drop down on me, but they missed, and all attempts at kindness became malformed within their grip. They’ve been at sea too long. Sometimes there is nothing you can do, but let their ship sail away on the rocky waters of its chosen path.

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