Poem written night of May 10, our last night, taking it slow to reach Bermuda at sunrise.
“Moon Trail on the Water”
The sea is quiet tonight, talking
only with small curves. She calls me
to walk the Moon trail promising
a safety she cannot keep. Her Cheshire
smile teases me, makes fun of me
with an eerie laugh keeping secrets.
Below the surface, they stare at me,
the mermen, knowing my vulnerability.
A curve of a wave threatens to swallow me, take me against my will, then decides
No, I’ll save her for later. Clouds saunter in
and the ocean goes black. More calls
I hear, spirits, waiting and wondering
about me. The stars, unglamorous
tonight, peep through holes judging.
Sails bang. The ocean whispers.
Phosphorus lights in currents hit the hull
squeaking at me, chirping. We leave
our own trail of fantasy dust to follow.
~Maggie