Please, Can We Begin?

Please, can we begin?

May this moment be the first

To lead to last?

I see the current

I hear the wind

Feel the sea

Desiring me, to be

Untethered

Ending-bound

Possibility turned memory

With every corner-round

Yet the mooring

Remains tied

Waiting for

“Provision storing… and a better tide”

An old woman beckons, whispers to my soul

If you prepare to live

You’ll never leave

Just cut the rope, and then you’re freed

Your ship won’t make this trip

No ships ever do

This journey is for loosing

All that isn’t you

.pete rezac