The Doldrums

Dark and cold they run

without ripple or murmur

but mark they run

tide ebbs and tide flows

they’ve said and done nothing

all’s well in the lee waters

choked with sea grass

cradling, rocking you drowsy

in the salty sun

that chills at its corona

stay in just the right spot

in the lee of the breeze

to feel warm.

These waters are placid.

So safe

you could forget

and choke in sea grass

float still, a corpse

cradled, gently rocked

without  murmur.

Say nothing

do nothing



Silent all’s well waters

mark they run

though flat and dark

remembering always nothing.

©2013 Jason Anderson


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