Rudderless...

A gentle breeze
distant summer eve wind;
vessel at bay
came the great white`s fin.

His shadow I saw
and then came the dance;
might of jagged white dagger
steered by death`s cold black glance.

As thunder he hit me
the timbers did split;
to the depths did he vanish
alone here I sit.

My skiff gentle rocked
by waves tender swell;
my eyes look to heaven
as my soul peers to hell.

The seams they do leak
my boat starboard lists;
i should stand to bail
but i feel thru the mists.

It`s coming
he seeks me
darkness swims from the deep;
on deck do i recline
peaceful slumber
cool cool sleep.





I wrote this poem in Victoria, Canada,
while sitting on the steps of the harbor bay.
It is about accepting death.