DINGHY

    This afternoon
            the black dinghy I’m watching
                      takes in the clouds
                               then floats away
                                                 into another part of the bay

                                       manoeuvres itself
                               and dawdles in the salty air
                        finally coming to rest
                  against the jetty’s rotting edge

                        sleepy as a drunk
                                on a bench
                                    flat out on water
                                        unrigged and untowed

                              and I thought:
                                 so this is how you really drift
                                     this is how you flow
                                         this is how you look at the sky

                                                 and why

 

Phil Bowen

 

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