To The Sea

Ships roll in the harbor,
Waves roll out to sea,
Which one has my love
Which one will I see?
In rhymes King Midas
Touch to turn to gold
Or so says the story
That I am always told;
In life the things I touch
Turn to dung
Roasting in the sun
Giving fresh fodder
To worn and fly alike-
I transpire back to the harbor
It’s from the sea we’ve come it’s said
So what better time than now,
To climb upon the ship sent sailing
With billowed sails sailing proud
And floating out to sea
With me
Face down and bloated
For no one will ever see
What it was
That was really me.

By Wayne A. Wright