To travel and live on a roaring ocean
A life of ebbing and flowing waves
And transformation
Is seductive to my
Ink-stained fingers
Begging to wash in the surf
To ready themselves for some journey
Ahead.
Prepare the vessel!
Call here the mark!
But only a few tick before we finally
Embark; the orange arch of salt-spray and freedom
Wade in the glass of the inert sea
Directed in the way of time’s linearity
Perhaps to a coast on only one design:
A message in a bottle
To wherever the wind calls mine
With but a simple story
For whomever it may find.