Sinbad’s Lament by Ron Kolm
I tumble over stormbad seasSandwiched betweenThe clouds and the deep.It’s been a terrible tripLasting foreverAnd I long for the safetyOf your harbor. Sweetly asleep I soon shall beAfloat on currents of wind and rainUntil the final sea-change. Weaving through the hazeWary gulls avoid my gaze.I wish they’d tell meWhat finally happenedTo dear old dirty Sinbad. Continue reading Sinbad’s Lament by Ron Kolm
