Poem | Nicholas Campbell

Photo Credits :  Lee La

The Boat

An empty boat that seemed
to be waiting the way a shore
at evening asks someone to walk there
nudged the pier nudging me.

Oars like arms thrown aside,
detached, suggested a sleeper
the sky had shaken, rousing the tide.

Far down shore a house, darkened,
alone, seemed to sigh but it was the waves,
as if I had opened the door of a room
and looked in on the sea
as it rolled over in its sleep.

Then a notion to untie the boat
seized me but it was the moment
I let go.

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