© 2002
Weaned from a berth
with a bottle, and a shove
cheers and merriment at hand
with aspirating zephyrs from the skies above
I began my life, my voyage grand . . .
Of these wooden bones
a handsomely crafted hull
majestic, and knowledgeably sea worthy
I shoved off alone
with my mast half drawn
to a world poured out before me.
In my passing of isles
or a stay for awhile
exchanging the goods that I bear
and taking on treasures, those gleaming gifted smiles
the fair trade-winded motions of care.
In some ports of passings with long-tailed lassings
I laid harbor to some pirated heresies.
Here rouge-wave clashings
were the repaid lashings
for those buggered acts of debauchery.
But my journey moved on to seasons of calm
as my sexton drew enlightenment from the sky.
More wise in my ways
I ruddered my days
and my yearnings swelled with every dawn.
Though slowing currents of time seemed to hollow the brine
and my moment began to lack it’s buoyancy
as desires grew their urgency
stagnant water laid before me
and I knew I needed to fly.
So I looked for an alliance
Aphrodite, Poseidon
but myth had a way of moving on
all I hear now are the Sirens
in their shallows of hiding
haunting the still with their song.
So I drift, a wait
and pray again for that day
when that adventurous wind will take to me
unfurling my sails again
to a spirited inhale again
off onto that endless odyssey.