A splinter of my imagination

by Halina Poswiatowska

Halina Poswiatowska

a splinter of my imagination
sometimes flares up from a word
and sometimes from the smell of salt
and I feel under me
the ship shift from foot to foot
and the ocean is immeasurable
without any shore
secure in a shell of wood
I am wonderfully free
I love no one
and nothing





Last updated January 14, 2019