open 

old man on the beach
he might have wept

nothing worth the keeping
could be kept

the house on the shore
stands empty now

a cupboard door
swings open

only the boat lies broken
not the ocean

harbour lights

untouchable is what we become
unreachable by anyone

an old boat
holed and beached
adrift in memory

fingers of the restless sea
clawing the shingle for purchase

grant us peace and grace
the harbour of a much-loved face

and harbour lights
harbour lights
as we turn to face the night
untouchable

[first posted 7 Feb. 2015]

pebbles for a prize

in a cabin with no number
on a ship without a name
on a sea with no location
inspiration never came
to the shaky old right hand
and the notebook and the pen
of a man who was commanded
to go sailing once again
today it was not granted
today it won’t arrive
I am washed up on the shore
with only pebbles for a prize

[first posted 1 December 2014]