THE TURNING TIDE

I don’t sail there it’s not my sea 

But fallen blood flows back to me      

Not the fools, crimson carnival ride 

But deep Alabama, dark and wide  

From the home never lost I float unbound 

Forbidden, struck-blind with no common ground 

I seek his prize, of full-formed thought 

Uncontrived, unrehearsed, though battle fought

I don’t sail there it was never my sea

Yet I breathe in the ghost of bright memory

Tossed in the game – I slept through it then

Yet the Tide rolled on 

 and back again

 – Georgia Lee