Sea Virus

by Gwyneth Lewis

I knew I should never have gone below

but I did, and the fug of bilges and wood

caught me aback. The sheets of my heart

snapped taut to breaking, as a gale

stronger than longing filled the sail

inside me. To be shot of land

and its woodsmoke! To feel the keel

cold in a current! To see the mast

inscribing the water like a restless pen

writing a fading wake! It’s true

I’m ruined. Not even peace will do

to keep me ashore now. Not even you.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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