Ship Ahoy!

My ship had been anchored,
tucked asylum in harbor,
for many days, weeks, months, years
but it is not, someone once said,
what ships are built for.

Recent storms had
unexpected effect:
no longer can I stay put,
survive on comfort,
watch the ocean from afar.

Ready or not,
my pen is drawn;
it is time to set sail,
take my chances
in an open sea of
endless lines and imagination.
Amen.

 

New York, Dec 14, 2013

Copyright 2013, Ronen Divon.

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Have you ever?

Ronen by the lakeHave you ever?
Have you ever watched?
Have you ever watched a sunset?
with your eyes closed,
sitting on a roof by a lake,
after eating half a pint of fat-free, lactose-free ice-cream?

Feeling the radiance of the sun
on your face, under your eyelids,
warm and yellow and orange,
small slivers of golden dots, snakes of light;

To an orchestra of crickets, chipmunks,
geese and squirrels, traffic from a nearby road,
a prelude to sunset;

And then,
within minutes,
it’s all gone,
dissipated,
the warmth, the vivacity,
the magical twirls, golden coils,
replaced by a setting dusk,
by a cool twilight breeze;
all gone but the crickets,
and the geese, and the traffic.

Have you ever watched a sunset?

New York, Oct 15, 2013

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