Poem: And You, The Sailor

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And You, The Sailor

There is the moment,
when the last rope is released,
and the ship is unmoored at last,
when the sails are lowered and catch the first wind.

You can feel it,
the separation of land and ship.
the movement off to the sea,
a heady, slightly sickening moment

when there is no turning back,
and the horizon, empty and enticing both, beckons
as you breath, the same salty air you breathed on the shore
suddenly becomes sea air, and you, the sailor.

About this poem

There are turning points in our journey where suddenly, there is no turning back. Magic and mourning fill the air. Such is the nature of adventures large and small.

Lived it. Living it.


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