< photo courtesy www.theglobalguy.com
I stand, bent, grizzled, wizened,
face to the gale and the onrushing waves
will this be the time
that I finally cave?
Do I still remember how
to confront the challenges that face me
or will my
and prove my end to be?
How fierce the biting pellets,
Icy chips of frigid sea sting my face
(or are those
tears that scour my eyes?)
Whence comes this bitter place?
Beyond me, facing toward
land that seems desperately far away
waits in winging hope
that I will save the day.
Give me strength to carry on
and do the things that must be done before
the cruel wind
and the waves destroy
us both forevermore.
Copyright Malcolm Mott 2006