Shore

Off into the sunken sea
The good ship departs
Smiles wide
Fear pouring off the decks
Shouts for courage billowing the sails

Fables hint at a distant shore
But no assurances rise beyond the line
Of an expressionless horizon
Never tipping it’s hand

On the dock we dream
Of frontiers and prosperity
Secretly hoping for signs of a shipwreck
To prove wisdom lies on shore
But everyday the sands are clean
Another ship departs

Which one will I finally board

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Tests”)