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 found
our home.

we fought the undertow
of an enraged sea
each wave threatening
to swallow us whole
and I was made to struggle
for air
but longed to feel
the pull of the deep;
the embrace of its depths.

My limbs stopped resisting
and I learned the skillful art
of conceding;
as the waves swept
over my head
I could no longer breathe in
the memories of the shore;
the current held me close
militarizing parts
of my ship wrecked body.

Silence given
before the taking
leaving me
bound beyond my stillness;
was a quiet tension
that left me immobile,
yet oddly aware of motion.

and i was among the mariners
and stowaways alike
who bore the sea
and fought against
the tides of desire.