No question of hesitation

you left the water,

and walked the planks

into town.

Changing language

with a flick of your tongue -

tasting the air,

as salted freedom

followed you on the breeze.

Knots untied themselves

as you passed.

Brown eyes

questioned your worth -

but within your presence

there existed no space

for limitations and

only the falling ripeness

of figs

felt the restrictions of gravity.

Not finding the cog

to fit the wheel,

the creaking hull

and the purring engine

cut the tide once more

and you were gone.

No maelstrom.

No force of nature,

only a life, being lived.

 

Your ghost is a photograph

never taken,

a moment captured,

replayed, flickering

in my memory.

Just a moment from a day,

a moment wherein

I loved your liberty.

The fluidity of your freedom

as you stepped from the water

and onto the land,

claiming,

taking,

your place within

the scheme

of things.

© Deb J July 10^th 2011