excluding the journey itself
seafarers of immaculate intention
sail, unquestioning of the captains
Sailing on the prevailing currents of promise
with a hull of unchallenged buoyancy;
unencumbered by any previous gravity
and independent of the winds
of many sequestered yesterdays.
This crossing offers poetic freedom,
a sanguine intermingling of ardor,
answers beyond a sense of need,
desires anchored in a safe harbor
as ebbing tides flow out to sea.
Passionate waves roll and crest
emitting the prismatic spray
of an undulated appetite
within a spume of childlike virtue
offering an assurance of restraint.
Tacking back and forth twixt foreign shores
with a zest for the exotic.
Sextant set on experimental
as the needle spins chaotic
in this mystifying triangle.
Calm seas can’t fashion able sailors
as ships of passion aren’t designed for port,
and smooth sailing isn’t always required
for, with devotion, one can weather any storm
anchor pulled and adrift on what might transpire.