Waves crash into the concrete blocks of the jetty
where the Daugava meets the Baltic Gulf.
Feet are sprayed time and again,
as I watch ships and river water
leaving the confines of the land
and head out into the open sea.
The pulsating sound of repeated crashing
is almost overwhelmingly trance-like.
My mind floats with the ships and river,
to places beyond the open sea.
Places I have been before,
places I want to go to still,
Places to visit, see, experience.
Places to live, work, call home.
Places where we will create
the most wonderful memories
Then, in a lull of wind and Gulf waves,
the trance is broken, and I’m back
on the Mangalsala jetty.
I look and call for B,
and return with him,
to what is now our home.
This poem was submitted to the Open Link Night – Week 38 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Please also read some of the other poems submitted there (click the Mr Linky button). You will enjoy it.