07 December 2008

Yesterdays Success

flotsam2

washed up and worn out is the feeling –
languishing in doldrums of a new week
where debris of yesterday’s success is
already history

no one remembers it anyway

you share sanctuary in a tides edge –
survivor of the ebb with that singular
success of being buoyed up when the
rest sank

and it stinks out there

tangled in with every manner and
means of flotsam jammed together
in a neat line left where the water
peaked at top of a tidy beach

and all is not what it seems

a beachcomber may pick you up as an
artefact thinking he knows your value –
but you’ve no real chance of resurrection
no satisfaction guaranteed

better you’d died at sea
© 28 August 2008, I. D. Carswell