she was)
The vessel embarking at the sudden light
Empty as an infant
The eyes, the windows
The sonar, the ears
The propeller, the legs
The hull, the skin
Equpped with hands to grip and collect
Drifting into the great unknown
(She stirred)
The vessel predisposed to doldrums
basking in the sun's golden light
Mother moon at night
taking the vessel in
In warm embrace
The vessel learning from experience
storing its hurts, resentments,
sorrows, regrets
fears and guilts
in the hold
Susceptible to changing weather
And lightning strikes announcing who
she is
This vessel voyages the seas of time
Forming beliefs about self
telling stories and reminiscing
(She headed to the bathroom
Couldn't help it
Was so into the dream
Tried to keep it with her,
eyelids half shut
The vessel on the high seas)
(She dreamt)
The vessel was stuck at the Cape
Rockin and rollin
in waves of self pity
hanging on to the mast for dear life
Dear life.
Remembering
Deep love
Slices of delight
Happiness coming
The weather calm.
(She awoke with a start
Her breath taken away
"What a strange night"
She had to say,
The moon was setting
Dawn's twilight had not yet begun
She searched the high seas)
The vessel reached its port of call,
It had weathered many storms
The hold was bursting with forlorn
she carries with her,
in every breath she takes,
And, she proceeds -
proceeds to disembark
Fully alive, arriving at her destination
(Awakening, she is in a mood,
her dream, the waterway to the moon,
The vessel remained
The dream had ended too soon
As all wonderful dreams tend to do
The alarm clock went off,
She thought about calling in sick
She got on the computer
Started looking for ports of call.
Heading to the Sierra's for awhile, be well, one and all.