Takin' it all In

sitting inside The Hovel musing  
leisurely observing  
the bayou’s unhurried passing  
no skinny dipping  
in those waters  
gators don’t’cha know  
with sweet Zoe by my side  
know I’m not alone  
I am merely in seclusion  
silently communicating  
with the charisma and attraction  
of my environment  
listening to Bayou Lafourche  
imparting her secrets  
I listen in rapture  
to tales of pirates daring  
who sailed these waters  
so long ago  
I close my eyes  
feeling a soft swell  
as though  
I was aboard a pirate ship  
dagger in my teeth awaiting  
soon to be plundering  
gold doubloons  
ah . . .  
Zoe’s wet and cold nose  
caused me to open my eyes  
realized I was sittin’ in The Hovel  
not a pirate ship  
no dagger clenched ‘tween  
my teeth  
sighing I drink what was left  
of the cheap California burgundy  
and when I fell into bed  
I dreamed  
of that pirate ship  
and my share  
of all those gold doubloons  
stashed in the ship’s hole
 
©April 28, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton