FLOTSAM

Walking barefoot
through cold wet sand,
Orion’s belt sparkles above,
calm seas softly sigh
as plovers cry the call of night.
 
Billy hides in fright in bed
his pillow over his head,
she said she’d be back soon,
she left this afternoon.
 
Climbing smooth boulders,
resting feet amongst broken shells,
clouds hide the Southern Cross,
branches sway with rustling leaves,
foxes scavenge through overflowing bins.
 
Billy gets up, turns on the light,
she never goes out alone at night,
getting a drink, comforted by the TV,
he wonders where she could possibly be.

Floating in the shallows,
being taken by the tide,
arms spread wide, eyes closed,
caressed by the rising swell,
human flotsam floating out to sea.
 
Billy falls asleep on the chair,
the ocean’s deep and she is there,
seeing her in his dream he knows,
the tide comes in, then out it goes.

Walking in the light on dawn,
alone with only sea and sky,
walking barefoot through
warm dry sand, the lonely image
of a sleeping boy beckons.
 
Billy hears a key unlock the door,
listens to footsteps touch the floor,
knowing it’s her, he is still with closed eyes,
softly crying, his mother covers him, he sighs.
 
Morganpoet