A BROKEN BOAT PULLED TO THE SHORE:

 

When the day started sheathed in freezing fog & blue lights 

overtook funeral cortège’ on the back roads of Essex. I was

driving, thinking about you, alone in a warm kitchen glow, 

lights blazing in the dark like the portholes of an Atlantic 

Ocean Liner dodging icebergs. Suddenly remembering where I was 

headed & the start of a new adventure my stomach did a leap 

usually reserved for humpback bridges. Self conscious panic

for a second & then the thrill of the unknown.

Looking forward to a night out 

 

(K)