There is a tale, as old as age
spoken in many a different tongue
its said that a girl,
nomadic of heart
and beauty to rival Aphrodite,
was hidden away
on a cultured isle
guarded by ocean and lake,

unamused by her story,
to the seas she takes
encountering a ramshackle band
of heathens,
Captain or pirate
on a ship of fools, changing
from season to season,
with courage and strength
in conflict with rules,
of physics and of space
and of time and of energy,
roaming and plundering
these seas for some synergy
Teaching and learning as
she makes their way east
will the journey she takes,
rampage near the seas?
That I call home,
in the land of the free?
where pirates wear smiles
and cut throats with a pen,