A million salty sentiments have built up on my bow,
but that adds only to my air of unadulterated honesty.
hands outstretched at odd angles, fists and fingers yawning,
unable to comprehend things like tides and currents,
those are the ones that find me.
but by you, I'm never sure if I'm seen,
for dark glasses have replaced your messy intrigue--
seemingly satisfied, your feet are
grounded. you don’t feel
the waves if you always
tie your sails down
in the evening.