Thursday, December 1, 2011

My Ship Now

To whom do I go, to whom do I owe
this new life? This woman who is my wife
has kept me aloft until I can thrive
doing what I could not do until now
without breaking this hip that holds me up
though it be the hull of my only ship,
white glow in the dark ocean of X-ray
hammered into the bone with two long screws,
I but one of two or three in a day
this surgeon opens, empties, fills, closes,
and after the foaming christening blow
that helps lift the spirit to sail the waves
stormy or calm, only the ocean knows
the bones that guide my ship with their bright glow.

(1 December 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander

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