Driftwood

Free Verse

Báid Eddie, Gweedore (Hayes)

Visiting you is like
coming home, you said,
speechless, reeling,
unfamiliar streams,
living alone
attune to silence,
beat of a lonely heart.

Sailing solo,
horizon’s always where
you never reach.
Your words,
a lighthouse beam,
brought this nescient mariner,
radiant, home to shore.

Harbour’s home,
refuge from life’s turmoil,
a port, he thought,
where air is calm,
refuge from the raging sea
turbulence just a wave
in another storm.

Tempests lurk unseen,
in placid waters abide,
as cumulus and cirrus
linger and distract,
tectonic plates collide,
hurling you ashore
like shattered driftwood.