Survival at Sea

Therein a deep hushed tone I know
A wisdom note sings
When she speaks to me
Something needed, warned and heeded
Underlining it
Take note, it rolls round
In my mind for a time
-Floating in the night air like a firebug on a tropical breeze
Teasing my attention from stares and slowing streams
All the daily races
Flit and float-
Until the moment when I grasp it joyfully

Cures for ills
Stomach for thrills
Food for thought
None have taught
Sound for silence

A boat for my island
Rural property, Tasmania

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