Where have you gone, little sailboat?Â Every day I would drive by your house, a small piece of wreckage, seemingly washed far ashore in our little section of suburbia.Â The tall grass lapped against the peeling paint of your ancient grey-blue mariner’s hideaway.Â There you floated on the sea of grass, next to an old colorless Impala, its soft top only visible above the waves.
There was a calmness about you, still among the commotion of grain.Â No one ever left the house.Â No one ever came.Â Your sea of grass was stopped abruptly by the road I traveled on and I knew you could never sail away.
One summer day you were gone.Â Perhaps you set sail at dawn on a patch of thick fog, searching for the ocean you’d left behind.Â Perhaps you were shattered on the rocks concealed beneath the dense blanket of vegetation surrounding you.Â Perhaps you were never there, an illusion I invented so the small sea shanty would make sense in the pastoral landscape we inhabited together.
You never said goodbye and I mourn your loss.Â The windows of the house seem to squint, blocking out your very existence.Â It is a sad house now, a house in denial.Â Will you ever return?Â Will you take me with you in the night?
I love this; especially the tall grass lapping against the boat. Love the imagery.
Oh, I love this, too! Beautifully written. Great way to start my day. Thank you!
Lovely – I like that thought of it sailing away on the morning fog!
Purdy post. I love that you can make something so dilapidated seem so beautiful. You are a gifted writer.
Oohh, I really liked this. A lot. I can so understand how you can mourn the loss of the sad little sailboat that maybe is indeed, setting sail on a think patch of fog…Beautiful!
sailing at night is very dangerous 😉
Oh, I love that. Such a nice image!
Your sailboat is gone? I’m so sorry to hear it. I know how much you looked forward to seeing it each time you drove by. I can only hope it’s gone on to summer fun in the real ocean. It almost makes up for it’s loss, thinking of it frolicking among the big waves.
I think it’s beautiful. 🙂
that would be such a nice picture book. come visit. or i’ll come there. we’ll collaborate.
you write so well i can see it in my mind.