Quest
sHe
sets sail
at sundown
the water’s cool
and the wind is high
like that yellow pie
eyes a distant star
and turns toward it
seems so far
will the vessel hold
nobody knows
you’re either in
or you’re out
is there really
a choice
at the start
the shell is
smooth
and cuts the water
like a knife
in time
the blade turns dull
and leaves no wake
the shell is different now
no longer fragile
and familiar
battered in a red sea
and badly burned
wounded in the water
no bearing
still the star
comes out at night
a speck of white light
many moons later
the sailor changes course
and sets sight
for shore
where the sand is shining
and the palms are waving
and a cup of coconut
is pirate’s bounty
one last linger
before the final push
a shell without a sailor
at sunup
“it is well”
TL