Shrinking Into The Distance

Pondering my existence while watching the currents wake with resistance,

I count the vertical masts on the horizon as they shrink into the distance.

Wandering the high seas testing the integrity of different climate zones,

I dock within a blooming bay sprouting from buried pirate bones.

Ordering a tall glass of the foul bar’s finest brackish liquid,

I toast to all of the curses the constellations predicted.

Drunk on prophecy and premonitions, I once again

set sail in pursuit of coffee and apparitions.

My sunburnt flesh longs to adapt the

transparency of ghosts, so while

the ocean rises and showers

me in quotes, I’ll remain

a shipwrecked boat,

solely forsaken,

sinking into the

shrinking

coast.