For the Secret Keeper’s five word writing prompt.
ROCK | JOINT | INNER | SIGHT | SAIL
There is no cliff
but I feel the wind roar from the sea
and the cry of the gulls.
There is no ship
but I watch the sail
until it is lost to sight.
There is no storm
but from beneath the waves
I hear the grinding teeth of rocks.
I stand at the hinge of today and tomorrow
the past irretrievable
and all my hopes sailing with you
beyond the horizon
tucked inside an inner pocket
where you will possibly never look.