Unmoored
©May 23rd, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
The tiny boat floats, unmoored,
The oars have fallen away.
There might be eddies,
There might be typhoons, or
The doldrums might suddenly
Take over.
The boat floats, and the sky
Floats above it, like a kite.
You lie back, and feel
Nothing.
Your eyes reflect sky.
Your hands push the waves
Of an unfathomable
Ocean, pointlessly.
You might perish.
You might fall over and be
Utterly consumed.
You close your eyes.
It is too much to even
Think.
The ocean pulses underneath,
With roiling currents, and creatures
Rolling far beneath,
Living, fighting, dying,
Pointless, desperate.
An uncaring sky carries on
Being blindingly blue.
You live for this moment,
You think.
There is no past.
There are no people in it.
Everything you achieved
Is a bubble, and a dream.
The future shrinks till it
Fills your eyes, pricks
Your pupils, scoops out your mind.
Empty now,
You open your eyes, and
Gaze up with a fixed smile.
The sun turns black.
The ocean rises.
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