Sea Shanty

Poem By Mal Foster

Solitude found.
At last there is a purity
and purpose about the silence.
Only children's voices
carrying now and again
from across the harbour.
I watch as it takes only a moment
for the sea smog to swallow up the jetty.

The last outpost is gone.

Now it is only myself
and the spray
and the voices of souls
whose bodies the sea contains
whispering on the return of every wave
as their galleons come back to retrieve them.

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