boats are bound when out to sea

boats are bound when out to sea
to reach the other, a distant land, a farther shore
still no few are clangling in the harbour breeze
expectantly waiting,  to be free of the anchoring weight

will you come for me with your silver sail
to ride the crests and plunge  the deep
under the vanishing moon ?

captain, my compass is in my hand
I built a rowing boat, made of wood
called trust and be ready
good will and good weather
willing and able seaman together
you be the wind and I’ll be the ocean

doomed to sink she floundered, ran a ground
procrastinating about the cargo
what to keep and what to throw
moulded gold or sacred urns
tabbacco, rum,  lovers sentimental poems

drowned ghosts off the coast
shipwrecked beneath us moan and say
we all end up in the deep  someday….
we make no head way we’re taken aback
we’re over the top, man we‘re over board !

take your chance,  swim down and away from the wreck
then surface in bubbles of light, sparking white
foaming points in darkest black night
indigo night where up is down and down is up
the air is wet and the stars
are patterns on a sting ray‘s back

summon me for duty like they do in the stories
nantucket, cape anne, bleached and worn
the love of the deep, the blue and the sea
to drown for the peace of the perfect storm