Glass Voyage

"The other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Our voyaging is only great-circle sailing." - Thoreau

Lost at sea.

No one but me.

Marooned on a deserted isle.

Moon and stars distracting with guile.

Swashbuckling and debonair.

Demanding only what's fair.

Christened with divinity's champagne.

A wave crashes yet survives to do it again.

Tide ebbing and flowing the throttle.

Reason and desire not confined to a bottle.

Sailing uncharted waters.

Journey's Captain commands and barters.

Carrying heaven's jewel or hell's fool.

Raising a toast at the almighty's watering hole whilst sitting on a three-legged stool.

I do not mourn it's wake nor carry flowers to its mooring.

Like dear life itself, my ship's anchor is loyal and reassuring.

The lighthouse of the almighty guides the way.

Granting me yet another day.

Our lives are not our own.

Tomorrow is unknown.

Traveling under a glass dome.

Until we return safely home ...

Author's Note

"It is easier to sail many thousand miles through cold and storm and cannibals, in a government ship, with five hundred men and boys to assist one, than it is to explore the private sea, the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean of one's being alone." - Thoreau