Words Waves and Wind
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I heard a word calling from an island somewhere in the ether sea. I wanted to give her a name, but I came up short.
It sounded like something I had heard before, almost a deja vu, though it was in a language that was as if a breath.
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Or it may have been a sigh or just an invitation that beckoned me to follow, though I couldn’t tell a compass heading.
And a storm was coming. Waves were beginning to splash over the gunnels of my skiff and I needed to turn into them.
So it was I was taken further out to sea, away from my safe harbour. And still, I heard a whispering within the wind.
These days I’ve taken to writing poetry that I set to drift on the currents, to try giving meaning to the soundless word.
If not for that storm, I would never have come this far. I have resigned that it carried this sweet voice I am yet hearing.
