His body lean, his fingers long.
He’ s lying on a bed
but all his thoughts and words and soul
aim well beyond the crippling ”here”
and shooting through a web of no’ s
he feels the sea,
the breeze that hides into a beautiful woman’ s hair
they are on a cruise
enjoying the music, enjoying the dance
and nothing can stop them today.
Not even the fact that he’ s bordering ninety,
has no one to love
and he’ s fading away.