Daily missive for Thursday the 23rd of February.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 23rd of February.

A two masted brig
In full sailing rig
Cuts across the bow
Of a container ship
Showing the way
To skate on water
No words were spoken
It was all in the movement
Of air over sails
The clean slice of the
Arrowed prow
Through the swell.
What did the big
Iron ship
Make of the show
Never wavering
From its course
Although mobile
It remained immovable.
If a wise man
Stays silent
Do we only hear
The words of a fool
Hanging on the tale
Of an idiots wind
Full of salty
Dog eared stories
And make believe.
Whilst wisdom
Hidden beneath a cloak
Of indifference
Wallows in the piety
Of the innocent
Wearing yesterday’s guilt
As a cowl
Casting a shadow
Of grief
Into the darkness.
Pitying the foolish
Is not an answer
We are all prisoners
Of conscience.
A wise man
Chooses well
The time to speak
And when to seek
A safer course
Through such wild
Endeavours.
Lest containers
Laden with essential
Enterprise
Tumble down and sink
The pious brinkman’s
ship
With the sheer volume
Of displacement.