Sails

We could feel

the crumbling edges of time

begging for full demise

gripping steadfast

unable to reply.

 

My bones speak to me

simply because I listen.

 

They sell small tales

of growing up, up, up

from valleys vast

breaching cliff

smelling rose.

 

Sails, cast aloft

sails, weighing heavy

sails, catching song

fueling foray

whispering

the ocean’s middle name.