Uncertain Shores

by Dilip Mohapatra (July 2015)

Looks like I am done.

My chart blown away

and interred in the wake

of my schooner

no wind on my sails

no stars in the sky

compass awry

satellite navigator busted

and echo sounder dead.

 

With my engines sputtering

to a deathly silence

I prepare to

shore up the breach

to stop the leaks on the sides

while waiting for

the next high tide

but I drift aimlessly

across the coves

and fiords

studded with jagged rocks

to finally run aground.

 

I lower the

inflatable life boat

and paddle furiously

battling the surf

and beach my craft

on a stretch of silvery sands

and find myself

marooned in

an uninhabited islet

all to myself

sentenced to solitude.

 

I pick up my backpack

and my machete

and start hacking the thickets

to make my way through

the bushes

not in search of the treasure

that the buccaneers

might have buried

but looking for the shovel

that might have been left behind

to dig my grave

and ensure certainty

on these uncertain shores.

 

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