From The Lab

Floating Towards The Distance


Lost in the salty air until a splash
Of ocean mist returns me to the breeze,
The sail, the waves, and the creak of the wood,
The tossing and turning, resting my eyes
On details of the falling shore, enlarged,
Sporadic, distant as the new world dream.
The grey skies tell me all I need to know.
With a jerk, tilting, the old ripped cloth sails
Begin to gain their fill; always hungry
For adventure and open sights unseen.
Seated above the keel, staring ahead,
I release the handle, thus allowing
A rudderless ship to take me away.