Another Year’s Intentions

I’m going to keep swimming in the salty cerulean sea of Gomera. Stepping over the calm waves and wading in gently. Watching the sun setting while Atlantic breezes whisper past me and nudge me towards happiness. I’m going to keep a plate of fish next to me and give thanks for the bread which accompanies it, made soft with island butter and warm hands. I’m going to keep the quiet sleep for evenings, when rested after a day’s contentment, the nightmares cease to be, and even the crisp white sheets look rested early the next morning.
Go away then sad anger, which like a devil, appears without invitation and outstays its welcome. May you be lost to me, lost at sea, drowned like the crew of a doomed wooden vessel. Captain and all. Go away then idle gossip, may you fly away on a sea breeze, to unmapped, undiscovered, distant lands.  And go away moons of madness, those pale white shadows from tomorrow which ruin today, when they settle. I want no more of you. I loose you and ignore you, leave and abandon you and wish to see no more of you.