Seafaring

Watching the shoreline
Grow smaller and smaller
Then the bottom bumps
Against a boulder 
Under the dark water

Which you choose to ignore
Or hate
Or anticipate
Or wish away with the wave of a hand

And I wonder if it has torn a hole
And I wonder if I am sinking

Then the way goes smooth
And the noise stops
And the nausea ends
And you say it was your hand
That made it so

And the journey continues again
Smooth until the next bump ~ Hezaasan, (c) 2019

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