A nomad by the wasted sea

Looked out across the surf to me.

His gazing eye

All glassy, glinting,

Narrowed then, and I did spy

A thread of light to span the sea.

And lo, the mythic mariner

Caught up that light

Fast in a web

The wand’ring sight that flickered,


Far across the heave and ebb,

And shut it up inside his lantern

By the gilded prow.

‘What else’ he said,

More to himself than me,

‘May steer a man and lend him speed

But plain desire laid bare?

That leads the exile far to roam

And spurs the homeless

Searching, searching for a home.

What else indeed?’

And looking back

Across the wasted sea

I saw no man

Upon that shore

Nor any light there



~ by mm on March 7, 2013.

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