The moment
dawns when he’s setting off
On a journey
he wants to make grand
But somewhere
in the back of his mind
Lingers the
longing for firm, solid land
He was
pegged to be one who would boast,
But as he
prepares to let go of the coast,
The vast
ocean ahead of him lies,
The challenge,
right before his eyes
The journey
has begun, the ocean surrounds him,
A cauldron
of calm, eternal rage
He feels his
shrinking might, for there’s nothing in sight
By which his
fears might be assuaged
The novice eventually
experiences the strength of the assault
His bruises
hurt further by the coarse sea salt
In the midst
of it, he realizes with a shudder
That he is
sailing without a rudder
Gales and
waves toss him around
He has to
withstand the attack
There’s nary
a helpful sight or sound
And once
begun, there’s no going back
His quest
for discovery throws up visions wry
As sunrises
and sunsets go passing by
He’s
surrounded by a sea of hesitation and deterrence
He knows he’s
helpless before the force
He wishes to
take refuge behind closed doors
Not wanting
to be controlled by the crushing currents
He wishes
for something to ignite
The wick
that will shed some light
And stop
hope from being further thinned
Should he stick
to his (apparent?) right
To try and
put up a fight
Or just be
gone with the wind?
