The Boat

contained within the groaning

creaking wooden planks

this vessel transports me

farther and farther

out to sea, the darkness

setting in, the night

falls quiet

before the storm

hits

the sea, fathomless

its depths a cool

velvety blackness, beckoning

this weary inhabitant contained

within the groaning

the wooden planks creaking

as I move about my ship

pacing, to and fro

within the calm

waters, waiting for the wind

to blow, bracing

for the storm that must be

brewing farther out

than this vessel

could hope to take me

the sea, a sparkling jewel

of black onyx

a steadfastness set

in the eyes of night

its tenacious grip

which I no longer fight

eliciting response

ripped from the very depths

I try to fathom

for the storm that must be

beckons, draws me

out

out of the boat

out to sea

beyond the reaches

of this creaking

groan

this vessel no longer

transports me

the storm with its mighty wind

cannot be contained within

its power will transform

all who seek surrender

so out I step

with steadfastness set

my eyes to sparkling

waters

and am caught

and held

in its tenacious grip

the groaning becomes

a sigh

a breath released

into the darkness

with surrender I am

transported

the wind begins

to blow...