Adrift

A sailboat adrift

far out

and not enough fuel for the motor

to ever power its way back to shore.

What I’m saying is you can call me unmoored.

Call me lost.

Call me unreachable

because when you call, I may not pick up the phone–

too far from civilization

for the towers to reach.

I’m busy trying to find a space to call my own.

I had no luck on land.

Too many other organisms

taking up space.

I’d say “excuse me” to the trees,

“Pardon” to the brush.

I was inconvenience incarnate.

But seeing the swaths of blue beyond me

in every direction, I consider that

maybe ocean will be my home,

since the wind and waves need no apologies from me.

This azure expanse will be mine,

and I will be his.

We will exist together,

both alone.

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