Today the air is fresh and clean once more. No longer carrying the smoke of countless Canadian Forest fires. I'm no longer housebound due to a severe lung condition. And so I celebrate ...
Topmasts Swaying Against The Sky
Were I to characterize the way I feel
This crystal day of sun and wind
I'd say I lived as small boys do
In disregard of tomorrow's kind
to run and jump because I can
To laugh and soar and understand
That limits are for other folks
Restraints for other wunderkind
Who choose rules above imagined things
And in so doing lose their way
To topmasts swaying against the sky
Above billowed sails and diamond spray
Of cobalt blue and crystal spume
Of spindrift Sargasso sea and all
Of raging gales and winter tales
Safe harbour then in quiet nightfall
Poetry by josephus
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2023-07-30 at 19:50
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