Wave Rider

 

Looking out to Sea

From the west side

Of the Island

It’s Japan , the Orient next,

Between us,

Water and waves.

Imagine seeing a bottle

Bobbing on a crest

Coming to shore,

I’ve read about this

Now I run to it,

Slashing. splashing

Through the tide.

Yes, it’s sealed!

There’s something

Inside!

Crusted, rusted shut

I break the bottle,

Remove a piece

Of rolled and

Folded paper,

A bit of blood

From the tip of

My thumb like

A teardrop tags the

Last letters written

In a female hand,

December 21, 1969

Trust the waves will

Find you.

Call me at

44 020 8386 6 red blot

Red blot.

Anna.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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