The sadness, and the joy

The preparing, oh, the sharing.

Easy gets harder, one by one, declaring,

adieu and farewell to this, without lies;

the squares and the heights, the city lines and city skies,

the sacred spaces, the familiar faces,

the shitty places, the unfriendly faces,

the good spots, the special shops,

soon memories, like melting dewdrops,

for new routes and trajectories

the paths we shall walk

the promenades where we'll talk.

And inside the heart is light

as each heavy farewell in sight

as each precious piece, ready for release,

the concerns, slowly lifted

my soul and body already drifted

from the river to the sea

carried by the Thames of pains

to the Sea of new views, new window banes

The sadness, carried floating down the river

Once in the sea, lost forever,

and the joy of the new life ahead,

the fresh new start,

like the first morning bread;

it's time to part.

(For soon we shall part from London and go to Margate,

 the last posts here are about the journey)

 

Joseph Mallord William Turner - Margate, from the Sea [c.1835-40]

Smooth Sailing

To fill each tethered sail, the winds must blow in harmony, while gentle currents flow, and if good fortune wishes to prevail, the winds must blow to fill each tethered sail. To still the roaring sea the winds must calm for sailing ships to play their faring psalm, and when St. Elmo hears a sailor’s plea, the winds must calm to still the roaring sea. To stem a tempest surge, the currents stream beneath the bow, from port to starboard beam, for ev’ry sailor knows, before their sails emerge, the currents stream to stem the tempest surge. As tides recede in rhythm with the moon, that beams its brilliance, making lovers swoon, the rains subside while railing winds concede in rhythm with the moon, as tides recede. Beyond the stormy night, when rains subside, the winds will sing in tempo to the tide. A rainbow may surprise the morning’s light when rains subside beyond the stormy night.

Copyright © Mark Massey