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