After launching my tiny makeshift vessel, I watched as a beautiful land became an ugly muddy horizon. I have pictures and memories of feelings; but knowing where I stand now, there is no possible way to turn back so soon.She never wanted me to leave, and now all I can ask is that I may one day be welcome to stay at a hotel in the city where we once lived. Its gonna take some time.
She blacks her eyes, and I still sail. I must weather the storm..
Its more than a feeling, its a mission. I cannot fail.
I have been warned of sirens and sea monsters that exist along my path; however, ignorant to the fact that my rations/supplies could never last the trip, I am convinced that there is little to worry about.
The salty sea will remind me of her tears.. But I will not see land again until she stops.
In the time it takes to sail coast to coast, the possibility of air travel might arise. With that one could maybe beat me half way. That is of course dependent on what we can imagine, and how much of that witch we imagine can actually be believed.
The path I travel is no punishment. She reserves no allegiance but it is the experience, risk, and the unknown make knowing more possible
1 comment:
indeed. many of life's journeys are like sailing the ocean.
and yet, simultaneously, many of those same journeys are NOT like sailing oceans in many ways.
just as we cut ties and prune to grow, as humans we also must live with being responsible for the ties we create.
like plants, we need to prune to grow, and the leaves that get pruned are necessary victims in that growth. and yet, when those leaves are human, with consciousness of their very own, it's often not as simple as pruning a leaf or sailing away.
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