SAIL AWAY

The water at the end of the wharf

is tense and smooth as glass, dimpled

with flecks and strings of flotsam.

Have you ever watched a motionless

gull speed past like a silent puff of nothing?

Have you ever felt as though now is a painting

that moves, but you are frozen in it?

When beauty reigns, the moment is thin

and barely there, but no one sees because 

everything else is in the way.

My feet hang clear above the thick water, the

dolphins, a Deco runabout, flashes of finned 

color paints a bowl of Georgia O’Keefe's.

The wind is full of what we thought when Camus

hit the scene with a better haircut than Nietzsche.

A half mile out, flaccid canvass hangs becalmed

so the pretty sloop with the red sail waits,

and on the stern, “Godot.”

I am absorbed, a free thought, a dimple in the empty

idea of an elastic sea where everything moves like an

occasional puff of nothing on the wings of a gull

to slip into the looking glass sky, my very Elan vital

in its beak.

Author's Note

My brother and I were going to watch a move, and just after it started... two tokes and one beer in, when this happened... right here on my laptop. in the dark with interruptions of, "you goona watch this or not?" Only took three days to edit...

Reviews

[carl]

You are more brave than I, but yet it was just your brother - when the wife and I are watching and those things drop in my lap I breathe a sigh and submit to the fact "Tis gone, tis gone." - "When beauty reigns ... everything else is in the way." - a really sad truth- But then again if it is only "a dimple in the empty
idea of an elastic sea.." maybe the time with brother or wife is well spent - great piece of writing and after three days it came out of the tome and it's not a dimple after all " It's a buoy, Mrs. Walker, It's a buoy" - carl

[Lorry]

I remember feeling like I was a still within a movie when I visited Paris for the first time many years ago, but now I have expanded that feeling into not only other destinations that are instantly recognisable, but also to my life as a whole.
If you take the life of even the most famous, it's still only a still in the great movie show of human existence.
Even if you know that we are here for only the briefest moment against a few billion years or so, and even then language and communication came around not that very long ago in the great scheme of things, then surely although we all think that we should be a best selling movie, the most optimistic thing we could achieve is for our life to be interesting enough to be made into a flick book, like we did as kids, drawing pictures on the bottom corners of pages then flicking through it to make it look like movement. (Drawing a nose on each pages and then have boogers fly out of it is a good one to start with)
But then again, being remembered in your own time is as good as most of us could hope for and being remembered with fondness is far more important than just being remembered. (Take note Trump!) 😃