To Drown

There is a joy in skimming waves. When home is deep and broad azure. For we have carved our welcome here. And we are kings upon the main.

This deck’s more firm than any land; the stars, like faith, they guide me on. The wind uplifts and scours clean. Our sails snap just so, just so.

(And holding fast before it all, this home contains a truth ingrained:) Continue reading