Monday, August 22, 2011
I want to be a Phoenician
Sailing the world on a polished wood ship.
The striped sail swirres and swooshes in the wind.
The wood creaks a traveling song.
The oars dip in the water like synchronized engines
With pistons of men.
I want to go in search of snails
With which to dye my purple garments.
Invent the alphabet, and carry my learning on my
Sea tanned shoulders.
I want to be a Phoenician,
But sadly, I get seasick.