Byron Bay Lighthouse Laurie Smith
My solitude is broken only by the shorebirds. Zigzagging the tide-driven waves, they search for what the sea has to offer.
I envy them. They are not held to this spot. The currents – wind or water – carry them on a whim to exotic shores.
I am bound here, to this place, just like the skeletal body of a half-buried in sand boat is.
Tides will wash over us. Storms will crash and pound us. Calm will lull and warm us.
We wait. The boat for the once in a hundred year hurricane, the super-storm nor’easter. To toss it high on the wave crest and smash it down. To set it free.
I for your answer. Gone adrift in a dark green bottle. Returning to set me free.