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by J. P. Davies

The boat moves under me
the wind roars by me
through me.
I don't feel it's bite
I am immune to it's force
I am nature so therefore
I am the wind.
It's nighttime
and I'm the only one
out on deck
all the others are
hidden away
with lights and heaters
they don't exist to me
it is just me
the ocean and the wind.
I look up to see
a blanket of stars
I am richer than they
will ever be
for I am wind
I am water
I am the stars
They are flourecent lights
They are Electric Heaters
When the lights go out
who remains?

04/21/2003

Author's Note: Written tonight aboard a ferry at 9:00 PM I found a place inside of me that I didn't know was there.

Posted on 04/21/2003
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lisa-Dawn Sparling on 04/23/03 at 05:10 AM

cool wind in your face, the vibration of the boat beneath you..aborbing the beauty and the fragility of everything around...

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