Captain!
Dearest El Capitan.
Can you see me through the fog?
There is a blue light outside my porthole,
It reflects how I feel on the inside.
It purges all other colors
It is unceasing.
‘Cept for a small blink here or there,
A temporary plunging into darkness,
I'm floating,
Blurry captain.
I admit...
The porthole was a lie.
My ship never came in!
Or maybe I just missed it?
I have a habit of being late.
Much could've happened, in those moments,
When I missed the train, when I missed the boat.
When I lost the plot.
So now you know,
Why I don’t go sailing,
And why I write words
And put those words in a bottle.
Why I send them across to ocean to you,
My dearest, bluest captain
About the Creator
L
“By hell there is nothing you can do that you want and by heaven you are going to do it anyway”
Anne Spencer
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