Sur Mer
I am the master of this vessel,
for I don the captain's uniform.
I am in charge. I am in control.
On my faithful ship I sail the seas
beyond all imaginary borders,
conquering boundlessly vast oceans.
As I embarked on my final journey,
the skies closed and Poseidon arose,
toying with water as it was his canvas.
The waves splashed and jostled the boat,
crossing and opposing the rudder.
I wrestle with the gods, struggling for control.
I pray to my sole guidance
who duly reveal themselves when the sun is set,
lighting the night skies and to never
fault me, to lead me to salvation.
Hope was a mere mirage,
dwindling, sinking to the immeasurable depths.
Here and now I find no consolation
between the celestial bodies and the horizons.
There is no saving me, for I am stranded, and I,
compelled to embrace destitution,
swallowed by this force I purported to tame.
No. I shall not yield.
I am in charge. I am in control.
I am the master of this vessel.
I am the conqueror of the waters.
I keep my head up,
concealing all doubt,
burying all uncertainty.
'Sail on,'
self-assuredly I say.
'Sail on.'
-KT (2015)
