On a stormy sea and tossed,
with choppy breath and choked,
with one shoulder down,
I wrestled the waves.
When, calmly as by chance,
a drifting bark, lonely and determined,
dashed the snarled churn
I grasped for a tale of land.
Though mounting and crashed
the sea refused to yield.
I stood brave upon the deck
spreading my white sails.
Once a weary sailor scorned,
searching for the port forlorn.
Now the loneliness deceased
for another here has trained.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “In Cabin’d Ships at Sea”)
Life Immense 