It’s Kandinsky weather: see the boy on the capstan
His telescope shrieking as it dashes against boulders
He never went much for rivers
Rivers know regret, remorse in their intention
Rivers know memory and mourning
He preferred this harbour, rippled with angst
Spy gulls, meandering through tall ship masts
Harbours know somewhere we don’t
Spy mackerel, glinting from the quayside
Harbours know abundance
Search for a friend, a foe, and watch
All his history emptying into the seasons
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Conflicting emotions flows through your words, Davy. Much like a river itself. I’m sure each one of us is on the lookout for something in life. Do we ever spot what it is or simply alter the direction of our gaze? I may have changed tracks here but your poem inspired me to contemplate. 🙂
Hi Terveen and thank you for your insightful comment. The poem focuses on how things change in a lifetime and how we are influenced by those changes, much like the flow of a river or sea. As you eloquently say, the direction of our gaze can change everything. Thank you again. 🙏