Mariners & Stowaways

During the most
ominous times of year
we set sail
endlessly drifting in and out
of piers and docks
unanchored to places
where we once got our digs.

we found ourselves
fighting the undertow
of unpleasant weather
struggling for air
yet I felt myself
longing to feel
the pull of the deep.

the admiral
of solemn captivity
held me
militarization happening
to various parts
of my ship wrecked body

Silence given
before the taking
bound beyond my stillness
and quiet tension
immoble yet aware
of movement and resistance.

I witnessed the bobbing
and weaving
among mariners
and stowaways alike
who fought against the tides
of desire.