Dixie Trail

Toss me overboard,

   a hidden little stowaway.

Cast away,

   your seasick vision,

   cow turned maiden,

   star led navigation system.

The Siren sounds,

   the current strong,

   the mast leans to as planks ripped up.

Capsized with a riptide,

   then sudden waning nothingness,

   sinking fast.

Take me down, take me under.

Marooned in isolation, perhaps a wishful island;

   drowning out the bluer skies of truer lies,

   lying where the shore meets froth,

   foaming up, it teases, pop!

The roll, the lull continues so;

   pick up the shell and throw it back,

   it won’t last long,

   watch the edge feign interest as it’s drug along.

Back and forth,

   with celestial pull that never stops,

   no matter of the will I dream it could,

   and would.

   and should.

I’ll gladly be the emma to your manny