Trans-Oceanic

The passage is dark,

Unknown,

Unsafe

Lost as sea—trans-oceanic.

Land unseen for weeks at a time.

And salt in your skin

And salt in your eyes.

We do it,

And don’t understand yet why

Lost at sea,

Unkind, Unsaved!

Ghostly worth and Captain’s choice

–join white wash

and white noise.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty place

From rage to rage

A lighthouse here

On a headland afar

Celebrate, now!

They know where you are.

There are.

Monsters

Out here.

THERE ARE

MONSTERS

OUT

HERE

We do it,

Despite understanding.

Those who jumped ship

At the wrong place

Disappear into darkness

I clutch, stubbornly

to the notion

that something can

also be gained

Those who jumped ship

At the right beach

Disappear into the light

Cross as many oceans

as you manage

Cross all the fingers

that are spare.

Not every harbour

Is safe from the storm

After all,

There are

monsters

out

there

“All that matters is what’s inside”

The price—you pay with your body

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We do it,

because we understand

(Grass tends to be greener on land )