by Rowan Blair Colver
Within a desolate storm swept ocean of being
A vessel sits at the foot of infinity
Its rigging lashed by the howling of laughter
And a mocking wind crushes it into the sea.
The captain alone mans every post
Taking charge in the hurricane with wide eyes
And sleeplessness regaining clarity
The billowing sail blinds everything shielding spray
Yet unnoticed and affray sings the siren
On the bay, the ...captain is deaf
The albatross is gone, and the kestrel clings
To the bow as a wooden emblem in spirit only.
An angel flies over head, spies and turns away.
Sinking deeper into nothing and the captain
Refuses to abandon his everything.
Void or solid grounding, no matter where,
The planks will provide
Until lily pads and stepping stones
In the future they hide
The boat swings silently to one side
A narrow escape from the crash of reality
The captain feels water at his feet.
Rowan Blair Colver