I can taste the salt on my lips I lick with my tongue
constantly my lips chapping and peeling a little
for after all this time spent standing in the sun
feeling the sting of wave spray in my nose
my eyes wringing dry because of squinting in the wind
for all these hours of life staring to see even beyond the horizon
my ship saga sailing in to me while I can still
hold on for it just hanging on so much a while more
in cigarette butts and crushed cans and plastic cups
whipping around me so wildly propelled by a stiffening breeze
joins greasy paper plates and plastic forks and old newspapers
old news spinning about me no bold headlines
winning the wonderful finish of finding my way
while I’m buried by debris as night sits waiting
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Aloha #WriterMonday. I hope you all had a good weekend. Today’s writing prompt is
waiting
as in waiting for a vaccine. Use it to inspire a piece of writing, short or long, a sentence or a song lyric, a paragraph or and epitaph, and then post it on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
