Docked

 

DOCKED

The gentle lapping of waves
against the small boat
calms me; lulls me.

With eyes closed I can see
the small family of three,
with their dog alongside.

Their voices, like music,
as they gather their things
after a full day at the beach.

Laughing.
Playing. Chasing.
Embracing.

I feel myself smiling
as I watch the scene unfold.
Opening my eyes,

the smile fades
as I stare blankly
into my empty horizon.

2013-07-27
P. Wanken

(Photo credit: squeaks2569)

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 27: Horizons.