Magetic poety used to start this

"Adrift on a raft" 

the constant blue of the sea
stretches silky and torpid without end
no wind blown splashing here
just endless swells to rock us asleep
we've gone too far I fear
beyond the reach of beach voices and eyes
not even sure of the direction 
back to civilization and sanity

we bake beneath the pale blue bowl
at once soothed and startled by the cries
of the wheeling sea birds so dark in the sky
too indifferent to paddle, we float and dream
fashioning wisps of clouds into angels
who must be watching over us as we dirft
alone in this whispery space
surely the tide will carry us in


c. 1/28/09