Blue Cargo

The sadness and internal destruction of loss.

  Blue Cargo

When I could not
find you,
I went inside;
was carried away
in a boat painted blue,
the hold full of blue…
blue cargo;

away on
the intermittent flow
of the endless red river,
eternal tunnelled ocean,

with its promise
of no end.

And each time I pass
through the all-powerful
machine
of unbearable noise,
incessant rhythmic pounding,
I feel another bit
has been taken away.

And my boat’s blue
has not
deteriorated
in crimson brine;
and the hold
is still full of blue…
blue cargo…
now
a permanent part of me.