Nightsky absconded with moon
and left no forwarding address.
Gaia’s APB has gleaned zilch.
There’s no other way to take it but personally…
Designed with streamlined hopes, she was
a vessel built for pleasure and redemption;
now abandoned, parched in persistent gloom.
She’s beached, far from home, with rusting chains,
and warping wood, her finish long etched away
by sea salt, petrochemical residue, and acid rain.
Seabird fly-bys and hermit crab wanders against
thundered surf keep sensory inertia at bay; yet
her framework thins day after day.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.