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
I struggled for air
but longed to feel
the pull of the deep
the embrace of its depths.

An invisible hand
tightened its grip
and solemn captivity
held me fast
militarizing parts
of my ship wrecked body.

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

I witnessed the mariners
and stowaways alike
who bore the waves
and fought against the tides
of desire.