A ship far out at sea
Is a lonely place but free
Mankind is meek before this roll of his dwarfed ship
In the roll and swell his wings are clipped
Yes, the gargantuan water
Mocking the sailors tiny quarters
So that no matter how mechanized
Her force the greatest giant can paralyze
The bird before its grandeur is small as a speck
Only hard work and grace prevent a wreck
The ocean is lonely
Not a vision of joy only
For here manís choice is freedom
The coiling waves leave us powerless to out-speed them
We are miniscule before the soul
Of the waters that like a kettle boil.

from ARRIVAL (Casa de Snapdragon, 2010).

©2009 Mary Barnet


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