You came back

on

 

A mottled orb.

Camouflaged to roll and bump. Eroded evenly.

Sometimes suspended- to swoop around green arcs.

Perhaps lay long covered, until whole beaches shifted,

then unveiled to blink in the moonlight.

 

How ironic, that one who has seen so much should now be opaque.

You are a Voyager satellite. A life-preserving, ice-encrusted capsule

spinning out of deep space.

An old, pitted planet on a solitary orbit.

Gas giant? Pluto, the unobserved.

Scoured. A roving eye, now dimmed by cataracts from

too much looking. The Iron Man’s eye, hibernating for a scattered body’s return.

Pared down through the decades, rolling around with dead sailor bones.

Where on earth have you been?

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Tom Tide says:

    Reblogged this on Tom Tide thinking and commented:

    I feel a deep yearning for the sea today, and for the treasures in it.

    Like

  2. I remember this post from last Spring. I’m so glad it came back and brought you with it. x

    Liked by 1 person

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