Lifelines, a poem.

Lifelines

Old Salty sea dog, anchored ashore, reflecting life like a glassy sea, memories surfacing from

Marine’s depths, no longer kept at bay, struggles ceased, sea walls easily breached, fated

at first, as sheltered headlands, rocky coves, crab pools, sandy grassy, playful, easy places.

Waves rise and fall, come and go, just as we now communicate with each other, so imitated.

As a Land lubber, sea umbilical once intricately linked, mind cast free, shifting, and drifting.

Winter gales lashing, rough tongue salty tang, sea air stings, bitterness and recrimination.

Memory of girly laughter gaily heard off sunny beaches, swimming free from worry’s anchor

Vast Ocean gulf between, torrid seas, tortuous choppy troughs, life’s perils not oyster shells.

A deep abyss amiss, fathomless depth, person overboard, breaths struggle, gasps, lost.

Silent waters, open invite for troubles ends, total immersion required, no half measures.

Alternate route, upward rocky path, safe mumbling stumbling, would you be so inclined?

Baited line cast out, strike, reeling, heart hammering, gone, why called fishing not catching.

Life’s debris, worries cares, like driftwood cast on stony beach, battered blue yet re-offends

Rough edges smoothed pebbles, polished wisdom nuggets, adored more ashore, keep nets.

Eternal rhythms, ebb and flow, nil desperandum, opportunities go & come again, orbit-ally.

Courageous fishermen pledging life and limb, casting aside fears, drift netting, rocks ripping.

Gambling, balancing risk and reward, go on make the first move; you might land the big one.