from Selected Poems

Perhaps I am aboard a ship

And so the swaying in my brain is not so strange

But this tired vessel creaks

And empty rooms, and empty decks,

and miles of rolling seas lie in between

Where I am and where I thought I’d be

Might they venture back for me?

To see me? 

      (and see my silent tears) 

To hear me? 

      (and listen to my fears)

To know me? 

      (and know I still have hopes and dreams to tend)

They could help me take the helm 

and sail this thing to shore 

To where I’ll feel the salty sand 

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