Under
a cloudless sky she sat
staring
out at the sea shimmering
silver
in the morning sun,
searching
for the promised glimpse
of
a sail upon the horizon, a glimpse
unlike
the first, when sails appeared
and
surrounded them, their tiny isle,
and
bearded men in horned helmets
rained
terror and destruction, except
for
the blond man with a young beard
who
claimed her with hands gentle
in
their pillaging roughness.
And
now, the sleeping child next to her,
she
stares out at the sea shimmering
and
feels the terror of not seeing
a
sail upon the horizon.
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