Thought of as the safe route to Alaska Protected by friendly coves and sheltered bays Shields voyagers from the uncertainties Of the tectonics of a heaving Pacific
The Inner Passage A compass point of Jack London’s imagination Spinning fantastic adventure yarns of audacious Sea Wolf sailors And rugged fortune seekers Answering the call of the wild
The Inner Passage Fraught with hidden shoals And submerged rocky promontories Lay just below the water line Jutting on the steep banks Of a glaciated mountain lined sea
The Inner Passage Precludes an easy escape To the boundless freedom Of the open seas One cannot sail away One must firmly grab the wheel Guide the rudder map the terra firma Of a misconstructed life The hazards and mishaps Buried in the unconscious sands of the mind interred to protect the heart From the walking ghosts Springing to life Emboldening The daily aches of living
The Inner Passage Seemingly the safe route Yet the hidden shoals The ship wrecks crews of stranded castaways Call out for recovery, resurrection, Watchfulness and recognition Careful navigation is required To salvage the wreckage Rescue the unfortunate victims Of the disasters and gales I engendered along my life's journey
The Inner Passage A promise of rebirth Reconstitution, recovery “Can a man enter the womb again?” The Gospel writer asks. This inner passage may yet Deliver me to a reinvigorated life Let me uncover What lies deep In my tell tale heart Let me tame the mighty beasts of the sea That rule the fathomless waters Of my tumultuous emotions May Thy Will and a better course Heal my restive soul My I finally free my grounded vessel From the false sanctuary Offered by shallow shoals Freeing me to dive deep Into the hidden reefs Of my heart and mind
May this pilgrim make good progress May I accept life on life's terms May I practice a well considered engaged stewardship May I never arrive at a staid place And become wholesomely satisfied with a serene state of being
The Inner Passage Indeed a difficult voyage Is underway a new course mapped I will pass through The dark ranges where the Commanding heights of Fear, anger, resent and regret Become nothing more Then the precipitous peaks Of a harmless silhouette Fading away into the mist Of yesterday's twilight
The Inner Passage Aboard the Kennicott Near Ketchikan, AK 8.22.19 jbm