London Poem: Day 259

3 May

We are soundless vessels
In an open sea, hardly real
Without the breath to say
We’re here. The muted sound
Of the gentle lap, splashing
Against the hull rise noiselessly
As though it never occurred.
No one knows we are here,
Softly traveling on some strange voyage.
Circles overhead, around the moon,
Suggest foul weather ahead.
If we drown, without a voice,
Will my mother know I’m dead?

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