All the Things That Go Away
I saw a ship sail away today.
A ferry. It was making the morning
run from Naha to Motobu.
It was a cool, cloudy day, and
the ship, in the distance, disappeared
after a minute. It was gone.
What had been wasn't there anymore.
I nearly cried.
An overwhelming sadness filled me
for all the things that go away.
Have you ever been unreasonably moved by some trivial event in your life, a passing reference to some insignificant thing, an unexpected but unimportant occurrence? This poem captures that experience.
ReplyDeleteTaa-Daa! Peter, I forgot what a good poet you are. This poem is exquisite.
DeleteThanks for sharing.
This poem strikes home
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