The passage is dark,
Unknown,
Unsafe
Lost as sea—trans-oceanic.
Land unseen for weeks at a time.
And salt in your skin
And salt in your eyes.
We do it,
And don’t understand yet why
Lost at sea,
Unkind, Unsaved!
Ghostly worth and Captain’s choice
–join white wash
and white noise.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty place
From rage to rage
A lighthouse here
On a headland afar
Celebrate, now!
They know where you are.
There are.
Monsters
Out here.
THERE ARE
MONSTERS
OUT
HERE
We do it,
Despite understanding.
Those who jumped ship
At the wrong place
Disappear into darkness
I clutch, stubbornly
to the notion
that something can
also be gained
Those who jumped ship
At the right beach
Disappear into the light
Cross as many oceans
as you manage
Cross all the fingers
that are spare.
Not every harbour
Is safe from the storm
After all,
There are
monsters
out
there
“All that matters is what’s inside”
The price—you pay with your body
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We do it,
because we understand
(Grass tends to be greener on land )
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