Lost at sea
my small barque – and I
together follow
an amniotic destiny
at once – glorious and terrible.

Each wave – or wavelet even
turns my gut
to mince as rudderless
we heave and groan
and wait a freshening wind.

Heading nowhere
and everywhere.
Irrevocably strapped
to the mast and propelled
by forces – unknown to me.

We journey on.

I hold the dawn
in my heart – and sense
the fragrant air
of land once loved
yet held forever captive – till I am free.