Tara began her meditation.
Calm, serene thoughts, eyes heavy.
Envisioning a sailboat on a glassy bay,
an orange sun sinking in a magenta sky.
Sleep befell, warm, comforting.
The full moon rose, too brightly.
The wind roared, waves rolled,
tossing the boat out to sea.
Swells rising, falling, salty splash.
No control, the sea is the master.
Waves take shapes, her father, boss,
screeching above the howling wind.
Bills and dollar signs swirl in the water,
the boat floundering under the weight.
Sinking fast, wave creatures reach up.
She abandons ship, kicking hard,
struggling to break the surface.
Gasping for air, awake, soaked in sweat.
Her own bed beneath her.
It’s 3:00 am, another sleepless night.
About the Creator
Mary Haynes
Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”
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