Hold the tiller fast
As grey gulls surf
The unseen wave
Leeward of the mast
And I at peace
In my dead reckoning
Far between the harbours
Of duty and burden
Riding the tide of release
The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine
So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea
In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope
Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end
Not at all content
With her lowly lot
Seeks to climb the shore
Or sunders self
Evaporates
Obtains a cloudy high
Though just a mist (as liquid falls to Earth)
Flows back as river to the sea
To which I return
No matter how far
Astray
I wander
I seek
But carry always
This fair land
Which speaks my heart
Which I am, in all my being
For what mindless thing
Of improbability
And random chance
Flutters and floats
Against ocean currents
Trailing feathery death
From gelatinous glass
Such splendid beauty and malice
In this ghost of the sea
And there go we
Like sailors
Over the rolling land
Into unknown worlds
The burst of amber
Draws the eye
With its shameless
Brazen vibrance
