Tuesday, January 03, 2017

Left Hand

We flop raggedyandily through the chasm, 
unconcerned with style,
intent only on piercing the black,
achieving enlightenment in any direction,
sailing across the night sky
in a moon-laden schooner.
The wake of our days disappears
in the waves, and yet onward we sail
into the night.

1 comment:

Micky said...

Really made me smile today. Especially liked the moon-laden schooner. Perfect.