A Shimmering Line
Too hard to define.
There are waves on the far horizon
A shimmering line too hard to define
My eyes stretch to reduce the distance
I see ships queued at sea in a line.
Are they mirages or maybe illusions
Is it the skyline playing tricks on my mind
I’m a seeker and keeper, not a sleeper
With ordered thoughts clearly defined.
I raise my hand to shade the sunlight
And squint my eyes and look out to the sea
It’s not unusual I am an old sailor
With experience and repartee.
A new day lies on the horizon
Round the corner, I wait and see
The wind and the weather sing a song
To a new morning matinee.
A different language infuses my senses
Once known, I understand
It strikes up with bird calls in the morning
Then resonates as the daytime band.
My eyes follow the ripples in the distance
To the horizon out on the skyline
Then trace in my mind and my feelings
And disseminate what I find.
The mist clears in magic moments
And acquiesces, with what I know
Then seeps into the senses of my soul
Flown in by the four winds that blow.
The waves on the far horizon
Shimmer and shake and are undefined
My eyes stretch to reduce the distance
Opening up my subconscious mind.
©
David Rudder
2023
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