Tired Of Floating

it keeps me awake some nights,

 flashing over my window

 every 25.6 seconds 

in rotations

 of yellow and brilliance,

all at once

 Lighting up my starch white curtains

 and reflecting off my black guitar

 hanging on my poster covered wall.

 sometimes I like to visit her

 I walk out to the empty pier 

and look at her magnificence

chipped from facing the harsh wind and snow

And the mist of the deep blue waves

And sometimes

I like to talk to her,

asking her about the ships she saw that day

Whether she thinks it will rain tomorrow

Or if the lighthouse keeper would want some tea.

And sometimes

She talks backs

tells me stories of the ships that

became burdened with floating

wanted to rest for a while,

try something new

Other than floating and floating and floating,

So they gave into their deepest desire

softly sinking into the enveloping waves

And how the people would sing to her

As they drifted to the bottom.

And sometimes I tell her how maybe,

Just maybe

I'm a ship that's tired of floating

And would love to try

Something new.

                                                                                                                               -Hassan      Jan|2022