FRAGMENTS

No sorrow

is ever great enough

to destroy

nature’s comforts,

so I manage

to salvage

slivers

of happiness

by rowing

up and down the jungled coast

alone in a small boat, passing through marshes

and tangled mangrove swamps, as I watch the ocean

where ships steam away

toward distant lands.

The sea is beautiful, and the breeze

brings a scent of forest flowers.

My horizon is vast, a limitless universe

of future verses.