Adrift

                   

                                       Distant breakers on coral atoll

 

So I was adrift

The ocean swell my only friend

Blown off course, of course.

 

I would trim my sails

It was but a sad torn shirt

And made in China

 

I peeped from under

My tarpaulin bed wrapping

Stuck here with the gulls

 

So I dreamed of eggs

And a mug of hot coffee

Trusting the current

 

I dreamed of maidens

Dancing round in hula skirts

Delirious me

 

My supplies are low

Hope tomorrow brings landfall

But without high seas

 

The sun is testing

I scan the far horizon

Is that land's form there?