The wake my past,
A trail radiating
To rock red buoys
Marking our Baltic lane
Through the atolls.
Gabriella’s engine
Pulses me alive,
Inspiring remembrances
Of a childhood island.
First loves? Pleasant cargo,
Weight I sweat forward
Despite tolls and taxes.
A girl with dark eyes,
Jeans painted on thighs,
Stilletos her path
On black boots
With gold zippers.
She flops on the wicker couch
Beside me, crossing legs
And smiling Cubist angles.
I imagine a first kiss
On salt-sprayed lips.
This girl is Gabriella,
Navigating boyhood lanes
Built by infatuations and sorrows.
My blood feels young.
Currents echo the shoals.
Author Bio:
Kirby Wright's second play, Asylum Uncle, opened at the Secret Theatre's LIC Festival in New York on November 4th, 2016. Wright was the 2016 Artist in Residence at the Eckerö Mail and Customs House in the Åland Islands, Finland. He is working on a poetry and flash manuscript set in Helsinki and Stockholm.