The Bottle

A poem by Chris Hibbard
For Mary Jane
Feb. 2, 2015

The Bottle

If I threw a bottle far out in the sea
with your name on a slip of paper inside
Do you think that your name would float back to me,
riding upon the tides?

Would your name be driven by the wind and the waves
guided by an invisible force?
Would your name return, unopened and unharmed
or would it be blown off course?

If I hung a bottle high up in a tree
with your name on a slip of paper inside
Do you think that your name would grow towards the sun
slowly inching towards the sky?

Would your name grow tall, untouched by elements
becoming one with the branches
Would you name grow old, alive and well
like the sweetest romance?

If I buried a bottle deep down in the sand
with your name on a slip of paper inside
Do you think that your name would remain unsoiled
buried for all time?

Would your name be found, uncovered by hands
and sent back to you by post?
Would your address have changed, your name as well
The woman I loved the most

If I throw that bottle far out in the sea
with your name on a slip of paper inside
Do you think that my words would make it to you
riding upon the tides?

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~ by Chris Hibbard on February 2, 2015.

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