Between a sun and crescent moon, he stood on deck and filled his lungs. Wind circled in the palm of his hands. Pithy, these thoughts of meditation, cacophonies of bondage caught inside an untranslated meaning of a smile. A man’s world was always noisy. He preferred the roar of cities, the motion of land, and people. He gazed at the shadow standing by the Bridge of Baiae and asked why lakes carry a belly full of sky. Then let his hands fall, like the colour of jade, into uncaring waters.
Shipwrecked
12 thoughts on “Shipwrecked”
Leave a Reply
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
A beautiful depiction of being and not being. There is so much unexplored existence. 🙂
Thank you, Terveen. You are right, the deeper we go the further we find we have to travel. Thank you for your insightful words 🙌
Wonderfully descriptive… I saw the scene as I read.
Cheers yassy. Glad you enjoyed the writing.
Old world nostalgic charm about your writin.
Thank you yassy. I appreciate that. Although that could be a description of my personality these days 🤣
You are welcome, Davy. You are quite a personality if I may say so. Very interesting.
😁😁😁