Bermuda Triangle

Early morning urges
pull me there
squeezing me
only strength to stare

flip up the sun
sea, the task at hand
bird calls fill
from see to land

balancing on three
but one is weak
and broken
ship with a leak

On the return voyage
the reflection shows
a tired stranger
neither friend nor foe

In the mirror of his face
For thoughts I teared
during the cutting blink
all was gone, he disappeared