You problem solve by grabbing
a black portmanteau
and a fedora weathered
by sand and sun,
coming back to me
air-mailed or sea-driven
after loneliness forces
But today, I trail across a globe
with five fingers of possibility
powered by anger, but more:
an intrinsic love of self.
I refuse any longer
to be your anchor.
8 thoughts on “Home Port”
I love your word pictures. You do them so well. Thank you.
Thank you for reading! Glad you liked this one.
Wowza, that is powerfully good. “False contrition”, so insulting–disrespects both parties.
Thank you! I think we’ve all dealt with insincerity before — never a good thing.