I imagine
ships,
with
the intention of a
mid-sea
layover,
that
pass in the night instead
are
often frustrated.
To
merely brush by,
frequent
near misses,
and
little connection
becomes
fatiguing after a while.
The
captain of my own vessel,
I
scan the horizon
for
lights,
hoping
to see
red
on my right
and
green to my left.
Often
the lights are reversed
or
there are none.
So,
I set my course,
True
North my destination,
and
know I will
land
home in time.
