PLACHETNIK
g.a. scheinoha
We’ve sailed
for too many
moonless nights
under heavens
too dark
and devoid
of even
a sprinkle
of stars.
Always
the same
wooden vessel;
this rat-infested
two by timbered
craft hewn
not so
much from
actual trees
or deeds
as dreams,
hopes and words.
Ah .. but
when you open
your smile
full sail
into a gale
force
emotion
driven wind,
then these
few creaking
boards
and canvas
unfurled
really
carry us
farther
than
anyone
hoped
we’d go.
