I'm sitting in a
ship,
at sea-
slowly letting my
pale skinned legs
be carried like
a buoy

my eyes need time to
adjust to
you and
all of the sea-sun that you
bring

I now understand
the seagull's cry,
the starboard's run,
how my fears are a
bigger mast than
my longings
and that
waiting for a
Rogue wave
won't change the
direction that
I'm going.