my dear
sweet muse
I
often
feel
as if looking
out the porthole
of a ship
near Portsmouth
the place of your birth
where I hope to get
a glimpse
of you standing
at the shore ….. waving
vigorously
to get my attention
before I sail on by
but in reality
this imagining
finds its inspiration
from when
I stood looking
out the door
of the Black Pelican
Restaurant
located on
the Outer Banks
You are there…
I
am here
so much space
between us
I’ve had to learn
to love you
from a distance
I
cherish
the moments
we’ve
shared
when not
a part from
each other
I
remember the day
you jumped in the ocean
with your clothes still on
when you stood
in the open field
with no one else … texting
your son
at the Wright Brothers
National Memorial
and you just had
to buy me that shirt
from BrewThru
so I could officially
share your memories
You are there…
I
am here
so much space
between us
I’ve had to learn
to love you
from a distance
my dear
sweet muse
I
often
feel
as if looking
out the porthole
of a ship
near Portsmouth
the place of your birth
where I hope to get
a glimpse
of you standing
at the shore ….. waving
vigorously
to get my attention
before I sail on by
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~