On a ship called “Boxcar”, we did sail
from the southern tip of the US
into the deep teal blue ocean
hosted by situational pirates drinking whiskey and ale
harmless and generous folks sporting dreads
in need of love and a bit hesitant
I opened myself up and eventually they did too
as we snorkeled in tandem
observing the underwater world
of swaying plant life,
fish long yellow and black
as well as low swimming huge colored an electric blue
a squall came our way
an opaque veil of rain had covered the view
they all hit the deck – seeking cover
but I kept my place
wanting to feel the intensity
I sat it out
a peace came over me
as the sailboat was tossed around
as the rain pounded down
it was confirmed in that moment
that all things do pass…
and if I could make it through this
I could weather anything coming my way,
as I journey down my path
following my internal compass –
the squall moved on, the sun shone bright
my eyes forever changed
I’ve gained new sight
that will continue to lead me
towards the light.