Like ships laden with cargo, we voyage with packed holds
deep into the belly of the unknown,
an eager armada robust with the vigor of exploration
and the scintillation of mystery,
calm under the tremble of uncertainty and the
trickle of trepidation-
our nostrils flared and full,
lungs satiated with the rush-
what adventure awaits beyond the spray…
sea foam skies wash within the clouds like a high tide
still life,
intention spoken on letters of green and blue-
words without end, thoughts without aim,
swirling around our feet like the rushing sea,
our tale penned gently and tucked tightly in the bottle cast out
into the wide blue fields,
our souls forever woven in its ink*