Breakwaters

Staring out beyond the horizon,

Past the breakwaters of

Souls lost at sea;

Stories abound of lives

Filled with adventure,

Of poets and pirates

And slaves of indenture,

Monsters and mutinies,

And dark mystery.

 

Shelter and safety out of harms way

Abides in the harbor,

Lives on the shore.

Aweighing the anchor belays every caution,

Reeking of danger

From every direction,

Permeating every pore.

Such fools, the land-lubbers,

Playing it safe;

Denying the ocean spray

Pounding their skin.

Praying the moorings of

Pristine white harbor

To coddle their comfort

As they yearn in silence

Watching with longing

The ships sailing out.

Watching in wonder

The ships sailing in.