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A Place of Comfort to Rest My Head
A Place of Comfort to Rest My Head
By Muriel Palanca
When the waves eclipsed my feeble boat
I remembered when you said you are always with me. I
Feel you now as I lie on an island of brown sugar and though I am
Lonely, the moonlight kisses my face to remind me you are waiting beneath the horizon.
I found the bottle you sent me when it washed ashore this morning, but you forgot to
Place the paper airplane inside so I could fly away. You must have had too much wine by
My standards but you claim, “A glass or two makes the world shine brighter,” Yet in my
Ear, you whisper, “Only because the storm took my sunshine away.”
To me you are champagne; a luminescent, golden celebration of why I am still alive, like
The frothy bubbles disintegrating as each wave dies. The fierce
Ocean crashes on bended knee to the island in mock surrender,
And the tender caresses of weather beaten rocks bring me closer to your sorrow.
I hope you include a ship in the next bottle you throw in defiance to the sea so I can
Pretend the distance between us is measurable by finger lengths.
I will see you again, on this side or the other but I
Am afraid…of losing you.
Listening to the tide can be torturous sometimes but looking
To the heavens reminds me the North Star is just as bright on
Your end…and I take comfort in knowing, somewhere out there, your
Heart is wishing for me too.
